glass, maybe two And we'll be thinkng of you Until our paths cross again...maybe next time... Let's laugh at the memories, and talk all afternoon Let's
Превод: Блацкморе'с Нигхт. Маслачак вина.
's lonely charm Pressed flowers and dreams we had our fingerprint on time The first moment we ever met, when your eyes met mine I remember the summers of dandelion wine
