this way Hard to find new words to say I think about the bad old days We used to know Nights of winter turn me cold Fears of dying and getting old We
days we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Could be soon we
Prijevod: Jethro Tull. Smo poznavali.
we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold -- fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Could be soon we
old days we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Could be soon we
days we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold -- fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Could be soon we
way, Try to find new words to say, I think about the bad old days We used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold -- Fears of dying, getting old. We
