years of shame Your hands, my face, the look, the taste To gaze how fondly on my beautiful face To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace In my
of shame Your hands, my face, the look, the taste To gaze how fondly on thy beautiful face To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace In my arms
Preklad: My Dying Bride. Jeden krásy dcéry.
you I love best in all the world And you shall be my bride Its you I love best in all the world And I want you for my bride (Story-tellers) He brought
