Sweet little words made for silenceNot talkYoung heart for loveNot heartacheDark hair for catching the windNot to veil the sight of a cold worldKiss while your lips are still redWhile he`s still silent restwhile bosom is still untouched, unveiledHold another hand while the hand`s still without a…
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 Angol dalszövegek
magyar fordítása  English lyrircs
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