If I run away I’d never have the change to go very far. How could they hear the beating of my heart? When it grows cold the secret that I hide when I grow old. How could they hear, when will they learn, how could they know?
Eylül
If I run away I’d never have the change to go very far. How could they hear the beating of my heart? When it grows cold the secret that I hide when I grow old. How could they hear, when will they learn, how could they know?
Birds are infinite.