You're not a stranger to me And you well, you're something to see You don't even know how to please You say a lot but you're unaware how to leave My
Rising with the morning sun I turn to greet the dawn, Knowing I must face another day.... Sleepless night behind me, Just a memory of pain, My heart has
Traducción: O Campo de Gathering. Land bela.
: Rising with the morning sun I turn to greet the dawn, Knowing I must face another day.... Sleepless night behind me, Just a memory of pain, My heart
I heard her in the valley, I heard her in the dead of night. The warning of a white hare Her eyes burning bright. Careful you don`t catch her Or give