fruit And it's growing out back from roots And I don't know if they belong to me Oh, but if I could buy the sky That's hangin' over this bed of mine
trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky, that's hanging
Traducere: Blind Melon. Sf. Andrei Hall.
palm trees on each side of my cheek And it's a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky, that's hanging
