Turn slowly, each day's so fast, and I don't have the strength. all I see, is broken glass, with shiny shards of pain. and change is coming my Way, but
Превод: Secondhand Serenade. Свят светува ".
Turn slowly, each day's so fast, and I don't have the strength. all I see, is broken glass, with shiny shards of pain. and change is coming my Way
: Turn slowly, each day's so fast, and I don't have the strength. all I see, is broken glass, with shiny shards of pain. and change is coming my
Turn slowly, each day's so fast, and I don't have the strength. all I see, is broken glass, with shiny shards of pain. and change is coming my