The sea so deep and blindThe sun, the wild regretThe club, the wheel, the mind,O love, aren't you tired yet?The club, the wheel, the mindO love, aren't you tired yet?The blood, the soil, the faithThese words you can't forgetYour vow, your holy placeO love, aren't you tired yet?The blood, the soil, the faithO love, aren't you tired yet?A cross on every hillA star, a minaretSo many graves to fillO love, aren't you tired yet?
EU NÃO ME CANSEI, NÃO, QUE A PAISAGEM, DO BANCO DA FRENTE, É BONITA.
martedì, gennaio 16, 2007
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The sea so deep and blindThe sun, the wild regretThe club, the wheel, the mind,O love, aren't you tired yet?The club, the wheel, the mindO love, aren't you tired yet?The blood, the soil, the faithThese words you can't forgetYour vow, your holy placeO love, aren't you tired yet?The blood, the soil, the faithO love, aren't you tired yet?A cross on every hillA star, a minaretSo many graves to fillO love, aren't you tired yet?
EU NÃO ME CANSEI, NÃO, QUE A PAISAGEM, DO BANCO DA FRENTE, É BONITA.
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