His laugh was music to my ears it touched like summer sun But when I looked into his eyes my heart told me to run For there are so a wanderer a veever
Drawing a line A ship in a harbour Yes I will go I?ll be going there soon A blue map of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I?ll be following
A gypsy king with his gypsy queen. They roamed this land. Born in a wagon out on the trail. Born in a storm of thunder and hail. When lightening strikes
Перевод: Уэллс, Китти. Цыганский король.
Перевод: Волк, Патрик. Цыганский король.
: Drawing a line A ship in a harbour Yes I will go I?ll be going there soon A blue map of Cornwall Up on a bedroom wall Drawing a line I?ll be following