Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying, I thought I'd spend my whole life flying, For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round
Пераклад: Крыс Дэ Бурга. Павярнуўшыся.
Пераклад: Крыс Дэ Бурга. Паварот.
To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven; A time to be born, a time to die, A time
. Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying, I thought I'd spend my whole life flying, For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning
: To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time to every purpose under heaven; A time to be born, a time to die, A
ground. Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying, I thought I'd spend my whole life flying, For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning
plan; When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky, Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone; Cursing his fortune, He turned to
Пераклад: Крыс Дэ Бурга. Вежа.
plan; When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky, Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone; Cursing his fortune, he turned to
his plan; When a white bird flew by she fell from the sky, Nothing was found, only blood on the ground, she was gone; Cursing his fortune, he turned
