Running through my head secretly The shouts of the boys in the factory I ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like wine in the darkroom scene
Running through my head secretly The shouts of the boys in the factory I ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom
ترجمة: الديرة. آلات الجليد.
: Running through my head secretly The shouts of the boys in the factory I ring you on the telephone silently Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom
