The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I thought
ترجمه: Dropkick Murphys. بیداری بی ادب.
: The bed was still warm where I slept From these hours I wish to forget With the night still fresh on my breath I awoke to the grim face of death I