don`t ever play with guns.
Dodano: 4 CZERWCA 2006
life is just a dream, you know.
life is just a dream, you know.
[i]where does a wild heart go?
it goes [b]looking for freedom[/b].
in every handspan of this ground,
it takes along its journey.
a feeling, a longing
- and a sheer force of love.
it goes on [b]its way[/b]
through rains and storms.
[b]what's a wild heart made of?[/b]
it's born in a quest for truth.[/i]
the wind still blowing, my heart still aching.
(cry for me, somebody - with dry eyes.)
the real folk blues, I just want to feel the real sorrow.
I just want to feel the real pleasure.
[b]all that glitters is [i]not[/i] gold[/b].
