Оригинален текст
The open road,
like a blue horizon
and you could see for miles
so we could submerge right here
and we should bring our hearts there...
top of the white trees
would mean nothing to us
nor the silent whispers
from the souls of glass
The open road,
like a blue horizon
and you could see for miles
so we could submerge right here
and we should bring our hearts there...
top of the white trees
would mean nothing to us
nor the silent whispers
from the souls of glass