Cloudless April day.
I wake up. I feel fine.
We will throw very high
The swing of our happiness.
We fly higher and higher,
So that no one can catch up with us.
And only the roofs of all doubts and worries
Are flickering.
Cloudless April day.
I wake up. I feel fine. We will throw very high The swing of our happiness. We fly higher and higher, So that no one can catch up with us. And only the roofs of all doubts and worries Are flickering. Show records by: listenings count | performer's rating | alphabetical |
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