Hay dos días en los que nunca pienso: ayer y mañana.

martes, 22 de diciembre de 2009

I don't know
how you could say
that the sky would be dark again.
Baby you held me tight
while we saw the stars shine
why now it can't be light up...
You're not here...
by my side there's nothing..

We used to choose our star
dream about that we'd have,
sing while the wind was blowing hard
the tree leafs were falling down
baby, autumn came around
Oh, tell me please why not now
The sky turns grey
if you don't come with me

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