Slain by your zirconium smile I was slain by your olivine eyes Slain, I was lying in piles Hoping shovels would cast me in Furnaces burn everlasting
Slain By your zirconium smile I was slain By your olivine eyes Slain I was lying in piles Hoping shovels would cast me Furnaces burn everlasting Black
Vertimas: Veirs, Laura. Įmagnetintų.