This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
Traducere: Celtic Frost. Necazurile Luna.
Traducere: Celtic Frost. Necazurile Luna / De Tristesse La Lune.