الكلمات الأصلية
ENالترجمة غير متاحة بعد. نعرض الكلمات الأصلية.
Turning water into alcohol and covering with blood
On the road for hidden riches, ever buried and dug up
But when you see beyond the carnival into a different line
Fallen, fallen is the lonely without a friend to act as guide
I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons
I need friends
Is it true that I'm a hermit here, disheveled and windblown
When-like Adam on his game farm- its just not good to be alone?
I'm giving in to the vast exception, honesty and various reasons
I need friends
Interesting
