Make few wishes for tomorrow Make a memory of the lonely kiss You’ve got meadows You’ve got time Tonight is all there is She came from North She came alone Brought different days Put a strange look on my face She’s leaving now My captured love Northern blues Choose the cruel ways Solve no problems for tomorrow Prove no faults in yesterday The night is our Shepard So die for your life Maybe September was summer this year Maybe September was summer this year Those days are not winter, not summer Sons of a no-man’s land somewhere Maybe September was summer this year Maybe September was summer this year Those days are not winter, not summer Sons of a no-man’s land somewhere Maybe September was summer this year Maybe September was summer this year Maybe September was summer this year Maybe September was summer this yearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
