To the howling wastes without - to me To my blackened kingdom of mud - to me O, I walk the red cinderland to come home finally - to me
At least I shall not rise, O, above this grief How else to wonder and to surprise, O, the child in me? And you know I, I should have let you go when the going got cruel For love is the goal and hate is the rule I should have let you know that I am a slaver now
And I don't mind. I'm a slaver now and I don't mind at all. I should have told you so...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
