sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it?s at An? oh, that blowfish blow Under the sea (Under the sea) Under the sea (Under the sea) When the
sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it's at And Oh. That blowfish blow Under the sea (under the sea) Under the sea (under the sea) When the
sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it's at An' Oh. That blowfish blow Under the sea (under the sea) Under the sea (under the sea) When the
Vertimas: Symone, Raven. Pagal jūros.
she sings The smelt and the sprat They know where it's at An' Oh. That blowfish blow Under the sea (under the sea) Under the sea (under the sea) When
Shined through the morning mist She was dead and so reborn Caught in a web of silver beams Thrown from an ocean of stars A sea that from now Always
[I] Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet & are you
Land of unforgiving winter Cold, clad in white, under a dark grey sky Silent, the wind, it whispers Pale sun of gold, gazing from far up high Endless
And some piece of mind Whatever just as long as I don't feel so Desperate and Ravenous I'm so weak and powerless over you Desperate and Ravenous I'm
of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara for passions ensnared Fantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore a way Through the sea
the icy sea Two ravens circled In the clear blue sky Singing their sadness Thor raised his hammer And blessed the pyre Waves carried the ship far to the sea
, Shone through the morning mist... She was dead... and so reborn. Caught in a web of silver beams Thrown from an ocean of stars A sea that from now,
Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom Have you been borne yet & are you alive
be Alone in receiving ours is a feeling not that they would see They don't know that we could be That way your cradle escaped the sea And your raven
under the trees, the hyena cicadas hiding in the branches would descend upon them and kill them. After that all of the flonk could gather under the trees
ravens tousled Her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared "Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore a way Through the sea
