landing any more. Drowning in these tumblers Tumbles through these doors Swinging out to cold cement From sticky, hard tiled floors. This is the route we wander
of landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander
landing anymore. Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors, swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors. These are the routes we wander
Vertaling: Die Falcon. Die Roetes Ons Wander.
Vertaling: Los Falcons. Ek is so bly ek net kon huil myself aan die slaap-of-Die roetes Ons Slenter.
