My hopes are like embers Lying around inside a fire bed And your mind is a firewalker It steps on them like they are dead but I, I can grow in spite
Превод: Пхаир, Лиз. Фиревалкер.
My hopes are like embers lying around inside a firebed and Your mind is a firewalker, it steps on them like they are dead but I can grow In spite of
