by P. Wagner On a dusty winding road, luck is not for free. If you did like you were told, you will never see. Just give me your heartblood... Can it
your heartblood... Can it be a sin to speak in the tonque of freedom? You will only win if you try the best to be you Just give me your heartblood...
Превод: Бес. Хеартблоод.
