Nocturnal poetry Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still Solitude's upon my skin A life that
Nocturnal poetry, Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still... Solitude's upon my skin A
Tłumaczenie: Sonata Arctica. My Selene.
: Nocturnal poetry, Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still... Solitude's upon my skin
