Вершы: Saxon. Conquistador.
[Byford/Quinn/Scarrattt/Carter]
Distant lands are calling you
From far across the sea
Waiting for the stories to be told
The winds of change are blowing down
Across the Spanish main
They carry you towards the land of gold
Distant lands are calling you
From far across the sea
Waiting for the stories to be told
The winds of change are blowing down
Across the Spanish main
They carry you towards the land of gold