that surrounds us And then drowns us in the end Will they try to get you out to pull you in And all these people, they've been, come again In 1492,
MAN 1: Lord, we take this journey To find a promised land Lord, we take this journey To find a promised land And we believe in your power We believe
silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end Where they try to push you out to keep you in And say, "Come again, come again, come again..." In 1492
Fordítás: Blake. 1492.
Fordítás: Counting Crows. 1492.
Fordítás: Ékszerek. 1492 Sal.
Fordítás: Sterbinszky. 1492.
