Paroles de Child

We can believe its a little woman To be my heir Owner of the future, fruit of the pas Now they want to take you away Sweet flight, sweet flight Child you've been sentenced to death Before you birthy, on that night Your flame still burns, I feel the ligh I can see Through the eyes of my love I could see you smile Where can I see you? When can I see you? Where can I see you, together? When can I see you, together