So we waited for you to come home. Riding high on your visions done Touching darkness we wait by the sea. Holding on desperatly. Far from certain you,
Превод: Побуна. Ласт оф тхе Мохицанс (интро) - Слава Позивање.
Превод: Побуна. Ласт оф тхе Мохицанс (интро).
: So we waited for you to come home. Riding high on your visions done Touching darkness we wait by the sea. Holding on desperatly. Far from certain you
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So we waited for you to come home. Riding high on your visions done Touching darkness we wait by the sea. Holding on desperatly. Far from certain you