It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think to keep it or not to keep I was born
Переклад: Vips. Відвертість Pressthroated людина, яка залишається на сходах о 5 годині вечора.
my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think to keep it or not to keep I was born with
