their heads So the maples formed a union And demanded equal rights "These oaks are just too greedy We will make them give us light" Now there's no
Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture... All at once, the clouds are parted. Light streams down in bright unbroken beams... Follow men's
Превод: Прилив. Стълбата на Яков.
premature Thunderheads are rumbling In a distant overture... All at once, the clouds are parted. Light streams down in bright unbroken beams... Follow men's
