we don't believe And we will never, never ever be the same Since we buried love we swore would never end So now I'm laying down the flowers on the grave
we don't believe And we will never, never ever be the same Since we buried love we swore Would never end So now I'm laying down The flowers on the grave
Перевод: Сентябрь. Цветы на могилу.
a man for such a long time now I called on my God but He was sleeping on that day I guess I'll just have to depend on me, oh Shall I tell my children
like a man for such a long time now I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day I guess I'll have to depend on me. Shall I tell my children if
high Far from a river where things grow green The flowers weep and they lean away From the blood stained soil beneath my feet The thorns outnumber the petals on
