, fan the flame Till the world remembers your name Something hot in a cold country Hold on to your spirits You're a pain, not a poet You're special and
, fan the flame, Till the world remembers your name, Something hot in a cold country. Hold on to your spirits, You're a pain, not a poet, You're special
Vertaling: Echobelly. Iets Warm in 'n koue Land.
fire, fan the flame, Till the world remembers your name, Something hot in a cold country. Hold on to your spirits, You're a pain, not a poet, You're
