Oh, sing to me, baby, oh She was a poetry girl I adored Late at night, I'd hear songs from her window Myrrh and frankincense seeped Through her door
Sing to me... She was a poetry girl I adored Late at night I'd hear songs from her window Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door And they lingered
ترجمة: اريك بينيت. شعر فتاة.
ترجمة: الرجل أفضل موسيقى تصويرية. شعر فتاة [اريك بينيت].
