Lletres:
Afi Cold Hands

I cannot go on suffering such simple and common tastes. When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion, pain and will. When I blinked you turned away to kiss the hand

I cannot go on suffering such simple and common tastes. When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion, pain and will. When I blinked you turned away to kiss the hand

I cannot go on suffering such simple and common tastes. When you met my eyes you sang to me of passion, pain and will. When I blinked you turned away to kiss the hand