I'm longing for winter's chill... For the numbing air to burn my veins frozen.
I am the saddest one... I am the deserted one...
Not a soul is wandering because you feel no warmth, No journey to the farthest reaches could make time change.
Make time change...
When I am called the darkness my cradle, I am drunk with heavy footsteps and my mind becomes slave.
I was told that every day would be my last. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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