tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun The power of one. No one was born to be
slave. Who you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live on, the lies said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was
Fordítás: Sonata Arctica. A Power of One.
. Who can tell me the color of the rain' In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was born
can tell me the color of the rain' In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was born to
a slave. Who you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live on, the lies said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was
Who can tell me the color of the rain' In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was born
