Prajiturik
I hate to look into those eyes And see an ounce of pain Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place Where as a child I'd hide...
Prajiturik
Oh simple thing where have u gone?i'm getting old& I need something to rely on so tell me when u're gonna let me in i'm getting tired&I need somewhere to begin
Prajiturik
Rade iara primavara, peste campuri, peste plai, veselia umple tara, ca a venit 1 mai muncitoresc ... la,la,la la,la,la laaa laaaa laaa .......