Whiskey (soul) in my sunrise In my hell like a silvereyes In the cantina Some (strange) story now I?m here sleeping In a ?. silver And now my home is cantina
(The Nymphs) Through the yard Through the yard of blonde girls Through the river and the sea Gold sharks glittering A tree of white Breaks the earth
: (The Nymphs) Through the yard Through the yard of blonde girls Through the river and the sea Gold sharks glittering A tree of white Breaks the earth
