Letras:
Chris De Burgh Leningrad

There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; For the girl in the photograph

There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; For the girl in the photograph

There she stood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the memories came rolling back of Leningrad in the war; For the girl in the photograph