The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind it seems to lick The
ترجمه: مه غلیظ. فاصله.
The curtain slaps in the wind A human sound of fleshy flesh Little fists pummel absently To birth the spirit in the room The wind it seems to lick
I took your party invitation list And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it Then I asked you To go on a short drive with me So I could point out Some more
ترجمه: مه غلیظ. درایو های کوتاه.
I took your party invitation list And wrote 'enemies' across the top of it Then I asked you To go on a short drive with me So I could point out Some
