a preacher with a secret And he dare not make a sound I see the smoke and fire And the market burning down I see a tulip on the grave Of a lover who confessed I'm a
make a sound I see the smoke and fire And the market burning down I see a tulip on the grave Of a lover who confessed I'm a soldier and a poet But I'm a
Перевод: Глава Automatica. На скорость пули Желтый.