air You buckle and stir My brittle hand O, this empty glance of you Folds only to consume O, how they fray away These ribbons of you...
air You buckle and stir My brittle hand O' this empty glance of you Folds only to consume How they fray away These ribbons of you
Traducció: Hannah Wright. Cintes de vostè.
pretty colors. But an ending that's sure to disappoint. It's not what you'd expect when you open the box. And all the things you'd wished you'd find,
(testo e musica di M. Bubola) Ninna nanna per te che ora dormi fra lenzuola di zucchero filato nel giardino del re il tuo tesoro non c'e ma la notte