my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer
my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer
ترجمه: دیلن ، باب. مشت زن.
ترجمه: دیلن ، باب. باکسر.