The street bears no relief When everybody's fighting The street bears no relief With light so hot and binding I run the stairs away And walk into the
my heart the heat is on its own the roof seems so inviting a vantage point is gained to watch the children fighting so lead me to the harbour and float
Превод: Моби. Лука.
Превод: Моби. Лука (феат. Синеад О'Цоннор.
heart the heat is on its own the roof seems so inviting a vantage point is gained to watch the children fighting so lead me to the harbour and float