Archive for Март, 2011

Somewhere on the mountain side The winter cold fell long ago My little angel why did you have to fall out riding in the snow If your arms are broken, tell me how Will you ever hold me now Darling then my little angel How can I be yours again? Look, in the distance there is a wood But it is so far away In the middle, in the middle there are two rosemary bushes Look, they are each leaning on each other, supporting each other So you see, my darling little angel… somehow we will find a way.

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