Save, save me from this Wandered around the town All the thousand things I might miss And you think we'll suffer much Think we'll close our eyes Just
Traduction: Humides. Respirer.
Traduction: Stir of Echoes BO. Respirez [humides].
There is a selling point for war and tragedy It keeps us always wanting more We live for promises of gold Tainted by the distress of being second best
