(ian hunter) I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many
Fordítás: Mott a Hoople. Visszaesések félelem nélkül.
I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While
