Guess who died, last night In grey stockings, in all might It was no loss The only God of mine
He fell down, just to drown In a sea of delight To tame champagne And creatures of the night
As the water took him over Filled his lungs inside out I sold his gold For flowers and rice
Speaking fire, he would hire Pawns and peasants just like me To feed upon the conquered ones But now we are freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
