wouldn't forsake him My own disturbed angel boy I see, hear, taste, I breathe him Seven years and thirteen days Oh I wouldn't forsake him My own disturbed angel
Vertimas: Echobelly. Angel B.
I wouldn't forsake him My own disturbed angel boy I see, hear, taste, I breathe him Seven years and thirteen days Oh I wouldn't forsake him My own disturbed angel
Here and now, we are alone Time, she will hold her breath Only the worms and angels Know our names But they have not found us Although they surround
