This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
Превод: Celtic Frost. Връзките на Луната.
Превод: Celtic Frost. Страданията на Луната / Tristesse De La Lune.