It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think to keep it or not to keep I was born
Vertaling: Vips. Vrijpostig van die Pressthroated Persoon, wat bly op die trappe Om 5 pm.
my arm and it's my beauteful eye My compassion and my running sing On and on I hear the noise inside me I think to keep it or not to keep I was born with