Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers, shovels, sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street and it's sometimes wise Just to shut your
Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And it?s sometimes wise just to shut your
Превод: Сара Slean. Елиът.
: Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And it?s sometimes wise just to shut
