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sábado, 23 de octubre de 2010

Motorama - Wind in her hair




Oh mother of seas, I saw her so long ago
Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands
I am drunken by wine, quite as a child
So close to thee
Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands

Im tired and our travelling, our travelling is over
You are so tired and our travelling, our travelling is over
Im sorry for the pain, inside of forest shades,
we saw each other hardly
So sorry for the pain, stand still in forest shades,
we saw each other hardly, my dear

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