has dreams of no one there Within the shadows of her room But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to Call back all the birds I sent to Fly behind
(Jackson Browne) Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror
Превод: Јацксон Бровне. Птице Ст марака.
Превод: Јацксон Бровне. Бирдс оф Ст марака.
