bars Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up The highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars The black-throated wind keeps on pouring
bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. The black-throated wind keeps on pouring
Fordítás: Grateful Dead. Fekete torkú szél.
and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars. The black-throated wind keeps on
