birds are singing For the new born sun In the womb of the leaves On the branches of the trees Lies the treasure in the morning The pearls of light
birds are singing, for the new born sun In the womb of the leaves, on the branches of the trees, lies the treasure of the morning, the pearls of light
Превод: Здравко Цолиц. Бисери Оф Лигхт.
Превод: Здравко Цолиц. Свеће и бисери Светлости.
my seams Know what temptation means Days were old and nights got hot Feel the difference, it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire I'm not throwing my pearls
leg on each side of pointed shingles Latest tests prove that she's happier with more The oyster is open for any to pearl Still she's got three different
burst my seams Know what temptation means Days were old And nights got hot Feel the difference, it feels fine It fills my mind field with friendly fire I'm not throwing my pearls
One leg on each side of pointed shingles Latest tests prove that she's happier with more The oyster is open for any to pearl Still she's got three different
