To me, now I see Darkness is what you left in me I know so well what is wrong A language that is hard to speak For all of us lies in death a song In
leaving us here now we? re thinking of what to chose I know so well what is wrong a language that is hard to speak for all of us lies in death a song
Превод: Кататониа. У смрти, Песма.
summer leaving us here now we? re thinking of what to chose I know so well what is wrong a language that is hard to speak for all of us lies in death a song