The color of my hair Was changing My skin is soft Too soft for a man my age And I am never alone Where is time taking me? Nothing is real, this is how
The color of my hair is changing, my skin is soft too soft for a man my age, and I am never alone Where is time taking me Nothin is real, this is how
Vertimas: Traukinys. Aklas.
: The color of my hair is changing, my skin is soft too soft for a man my age, and I am never alone Where is time taking me Nothin is real, this is how
