Křídla andílka
18.11.2011 16:06
ENGLISH:
Wings of angel
I sit here and do not know why
I cry, I cry for help
A desire
You have with her
And never more you want to lose
You do miss you.
And above all I miss,...
Texty písní
White bird
17.11.2011 17:15
White bird
Every day,every day every morning
does fly on my window and he is my loving
and my great bird and
I like him
is my bird, but I can’t with him be, he is not, he is up iiiiin aaaa heaven!
R:My white bird,
I like him, I like
his white wings.
Always...
Old house
17.11.2011 17:12
Old house
Once upon a time,
Stood before me, old house. Has yellow wall, and brown door.
It’s so.
R: Old house! Old house! Old house!My native house! In my
native town! In my native land! My home!
I was been gone a long time. It’s so. It’s so!
When I go...
