Friday 22 May 2009 photo 1/9
|
Were are all the days, you call your festival?
This stream sings in the sleep.
And the moon is my head.
Where it turns a great blue sun.
And this blue sun is your eyes.
This stream sings in the sleep.
And the moon is my head.
Where it turns a great blue sun.
And this blue sun is your eyes.
Annons