Пераклад: Макбет. Змярканне Меланхолія.
our glances. The eyes of the dying sun are looking at me in this romantic immensity an I can feel this melancholy pervading deep inside me. Twilight
spell on our glances. The eyes of the dying sun are looking at me in this romantic immensity an I can feel this melancholy pervading deep inside me. Twilight