of my eyes that are still free And they say silver, I choose gold I'm not afraid to be alone Someone will judge his gentle soul Let the boy cry and he
Превод: Гала. Нека Цри Дечак.
of my eyes that are still free. And they say silver, I choose gold, I'm not afraid to be alone, Someone will judge his gentle soul, Let a boy cry
my eyes that are still free. And they say silver, I choose gold, I'm not afraid to be alone, Someone will judge his gentle soul, Let a boy cry
