"Cold in a summer breeze
Yeah, you're shivering
On your bended knee
Yeah, you're shivering
On your bended knee
Still, when you're heart is sore
And the heavens pour
Like a willow bending with the storm,
you'll make it Running against the wind
Playing the cards you get Something is bound to gïve
There's hope for the hopeless!"
(A fine frenzy!)
And the heavens pour
Like a willow bending with the storm,
you'll make it Running against the wind
Playing the cards you get Something is bound to gïve
There's hope for the hopeless!"
(A fine frenzy!)
Destinul nu este scris ,in zilele de restriste speranta ramane aprinsa ,este un viitor ,este un trecut,acum deocamdata este prezentul .
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