He was the King of trees keeper of the leaves A deep green God of young love stained memory We used to meet by him far from the hustling town I loved
pushed around Made to look a clown But now, now I know It is time for me to start to grow I'm gonna be king I'm gonna see things right I'm gonna be king
's what she did, all the king's horns and kings men Nothing is wrong, it's what she did, all the king's horns and kings men Nothing is wrong, it's what
Two three four five six We three kings of Orient are Bearing gifts we travel so far Field and fountain, moor and mountain Following yonder star Oh,
Bangor, Maine I'm a man of means by no means King of the road I'm a man of means by no means King of the road, king of the road, king of the road
the gentle breeze is Lord of the rough and tumble And He is the King of the Jungle, ooh yeah Yes He is, King of the Jungle, yeah And He is the King, King
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He was the King of trees Keeper of the leaves A deep green god of young Love stained memory We used to meet by him Far from the hustling town I loved
pushed around made to look a clown but now, now I know it is time for me to start to grow I'm gonna be king I'm gonna see things right I'm gonna be king
Превод: Стивънс, Cat. King Of Trees.
Превод: Стивънс, Cat. Аз съм ще бъде крал.
Превод: Стивън Къртис Чапман. King Of The Jungle.
: He was the King of trees Keeper of the leaves A deep green god of young Love stained memory We used to meet by him Far from the hustling town I loved
