(Loureiro, Bittencourt) On the sand, by the sea I left my heart to shed my grief A vulture came begging me: - Feed me with this piece of meat! I won't
On the sand, by the sea I left my heart to shed my grief A vulture came begging me: - Feed me with this piece of meat! I won't give away Something I
Preklad: Zátoka. Uspávanka pre Lucifer.
: On the sand, by the sea I left my heart to shed my grief A vulture came begging me: - Feed me with this piece of meat! I won't give away Something
