The wind picks up And the birds surround us You cover up, you settle down Drink from the well, drink from the fountain It feels like a Sunday the morning
Traduction: Sense Field. Sage.
With my senses of old And the heart of a giant And I'm searching through the wreckage For some great recollection That I might have been queen For every sage
With my senses of old and the heart of a giant And I'm searching through the wreckage for some great recollection that I might have been queen For every sage
With my senses of old and the heart of a giant And I'm searching through the wreckage For some recollection that I might have been queen For every sage
else is why I have deigned to grace this final battle with my Imperial presence, even against the advice of the Grand Vizier and the sage counsel of the
