Sin patria ni banderas, ahora vivo a mi manera; y es que me siento extranjero fuera de tus agujeros. Miente el carne de identidad: tu culo es mi localidad
Waffle of the ancients way too much of bobby laying in the gutter Abraham Lincoln beard
Waffle of the ancients way too much of bobby laying in the gutter Abraham Lincoln Beard
By William Clarke Why do the birds sing songs To warm a heart of love for you each day? Why do the breeze blow so strong To prove the power of love
[35.58-36.31 min.] For truth and For Justice My pain is yours forever For the love of art and the making This is for love of art and the making
Follies wedged, Deep, Twisting brush against the warp, This waltz agrees to armorial bearings stuck on my route. To glide from the light blue of desire
Traduzione: Terzo Mondo. Prima You Make Your Move (Melt With Everyone).
: Sin patria ni banderas, ahora vivo a mi manera; y es que me siento extranjero fuera de tus agujeros. Miente el carne de identidad: tu culo es mi localidad
