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Under the wakeful moon, Fire fleeing for all the stars are burnt. Dance to the Sun. And on a pliable field, You'll crop well if he won't infere.
Fordítás: Attaque 77. El Gran Chaparral.
Fordítás: A Buck Owen Buckaroos. Chaparral (Instru.).
Estan tratando de conmovernos, ahora me doy cuenta de lo que esta pasando esperan que nosotros cedamos para luego enganarnos. Estoy al borde del abismo
is true?. I drove 10,000 miles to get away from you. Welcome to the foothills of California. Dry November winds are such a site to see. Ash filled skies and Chaparral
: Under the wakeful moon, Fire fleeing for all the stars are burnt. Dance to the Sun. And on a pliable field, You'll crop well if he won't infere
