I´m driving in my carsuddenly I hear the sirenesthere where
I want to say to you, that a stone is
In the middle of the night, the moon is shining
Isn't it good to touch your hand?Isn't it good to
He's rolling in pain, he has no need for greedHe
It's harder to believe than to give my hearteasier to
» More on Inuit Monkeys