Fly, fly, fly with the gale to where the four winds blow Rise and rise until you've found it If man got no hopes, then man got no love Please Mr. Sage
Fly, fly fly with the gale to where the four winds blow Rise and rise until you've found it If man got no hopes, then man got no love Please Mr. Sage
Fordítás: Canto Bel. A Magic Box Ii.
