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Dead Can Dance The Wind That Shakes The Barley

That made me think of Ireland dearly While the soft wind blew down the glade And shook the golden barley T'was hard, the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

Перевод: Dead Can Dance. Ветер, который качает вереск.

That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that

new That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that