El SueñO De La Hora MáS Oscura
Los Tres
The Dream Of The Darkest Hour
Black petals rain down on the city
They wet the driest part of my loneliness
It hurts me deeply not to see you again
Your voice went out for me, mine for you
Black petals rain down on the city
They wet the driest part of my loneliness
It hurts me deeply not to see you again
Your voice went out for me, mine for you
Your voice went out for me, mine for you
