grain, it's least a struggle I am controlled by pity and I walk the street at night I see a twinkling star and I wish that I was as bright as you. It
Traduction: Millencolin. Un elfe et son Zippo.
by grain, it's least a struggle I am controlled by pity and I walk the street at night I see a twinkling star and I wish that I was as bright as you.
