Ynskt mál: Enskt
Stop, don't go away! I'll be so sad.
I'll be so sad without your hands.
No, don't go away! Today I'll make
The most awful confession:
"No rivers ripple under the bridges,
When you're not, when you are not with me,
The havens, all so silent, like the desert,
Whenever you're gone."
Stop, don't go away! I'll be so sad.
I'll be so sad without your hands.
No, don't go away! I'd be so sad
Without the one of a kind touch of your hands.
No, don't go away! I'd be so sad
Without the one of a kind touch of your hands.
Yndis umsetingar
- 7 Desember 2009 15:04