the skies Or are they only figments of my eyes? And I'm feeling close to where the race is run Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Once the
Превод: Винвоод, Стив. Море Оф Јои.
of the skies or are they only figments of my eyes? And I'm feeling close to where the race is run Waiting in our boats to set sail, sea of joy Once the