Autumn Tint Of Gold Descending from the night sky, a shimmering tint of gold. Masses of messengers sent for blood now come forth. Descending from the
Well, I heard the bells ringing I was thinking about winning In this God forsaken place When my confidence was well Then I tripped and I fell Right flat
Well I heard the bells ringing, I was thinking about winning In this God forsaken place When my confidence was well, then I tripped and I felt Right flat
Переклад: Van Morrison. Золота осінь день.
: Well I heard the bells ringing, I was thinking about winning In this God forsaken place When my confidence was well, then I tripped and I felt Right
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I was riding...I, a King And from the fog my own ghost did appear Aboon mee a strange formation of clouds gathered over the giant Cromlech Why does the
Descending from the night sky, a shimmering tint of gold. Masses of messengers sent for blood now come forth. Descending from the night sky, a shimmering
Well I heard the bells ringing, I was thinking about winning In this God forsaken place When my confidence was well, then I tripped and I felt Right