Flowers drink upon the ground In the story of nature Queer as folk they think there's gold In those rugged streams But it's been dry for years And
Превод: Цхристопхерс Бен. Цвеће Пиће на земљу.
Flowers drink upon the ground In the story of nature Queer as folk they think there's gold In those rugged streams But it's been dry for years
