I gave you to songs, to the sound of music, to the silence of flowers that turn into fruit and are picked from my hand, I gave you to songs, with me, like life, no tree is eternal, you have to get used to being separated from life...
I gave you to songs, to the sound of music, to the silence of flowers that turn into fruit and are picked from my hand, I gave you to songs, with me, like life, no tree is eternal, you have to get used to being separated from life...