This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
Traducció: Celtic Frost. Dolors De la Lluna.
Traducció: Celtic Frost. Dolors de la Lluna / Tristesse De La Lune.