Teksty:
Herman Düne Glory Of Old

few anything goes, anythings coo I take the world with its buildings and its trees and all its swans become my geese the river a little stream the glory of old

the few anything goes, anythings coo I take the world with its buildings and its trees and all its swans become my geese the river a little stream the glory of old

the few anything goes, anythings coo I take the world with its buildings and its trees and all its swans become my geese the river a little stream the glory of old

few anything goes, anythings coo i take the world with its buildings and its trees and all its swans become my geese the river a little stream the glory of old