I'm a fool But I never thought that love could be this careless or this cruel You wrestle with the reasons but the reasons never rhyme Or comfort when the heart is in decline
I'm a fool But I never thought That love could be So careless or so cruel. You wrestle with the reasons But the reasons never rhyme Or comfort when the Heart is in decline
Переклад: Fogelberg, Ден. Серця в занепаді.
