even think we'll make it through this brand new year we've got the scars, we've got the bars erected all around us .... COLD ARE, THE HANDS .... OF
Превод: Беаутифул Мистаке. Хладне руке (за умирање срца).
even think we'll make it through this brand new year we've got the scars, we've got the bars erected all around us .... COLD ARE, THE HANDS .... OF THE
for berlin and barcelona They yearn for paris, madrid and rome And I know some who prefer arizona And some prefer home There's only me who is dying to
I'm awake and dreaming. Pry this wish from my cold dead hands. My lifeless body will point you in the right direction. As my cold gray eyes stair you
be given...nor joy Flowing down the gates of Hell - FIRE! I cry for you... Don't spill your tears for me but for your kit and kin; My scions of light