are howlin' at the midnight moon I'm on my way to where the black rose blooms The mountain's high, the night is cold I feel the sunshine, a black rose
howling at the midnight moon. I'm on my way to where the black rose blooms. The mountain's high, the night is cold. I feel the sunshine; a black rose
Превод: Ерик Клептън. Black Rose.
Превод: Крем и Ерик Клептън. Black Rose.