Është furtunë, rruga nga Irlanda është e pakalueshme
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights.
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights, The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights…The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights, The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights.
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights… The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights.
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights,
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights
The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights, The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights… The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers, And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers: And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers, And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers.
Jo, The sea is not crossed by small steps on rainy nights…!
And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers, And beg for your dream to be entangled through your long fingers
Between your cheekbones and their aimless flow.
Between your cheekbones and their aimless flow
Between your cheekbones and their aimless flow
Between your cheekbones and their aimless flow.
Nga libri Godo nuk vjen, 2010 ©