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
Пераклад: Уинвуд, Стыў. Мора радасці.
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
