a summers night, and everything will turn out right, The nights so young we danced all through the night,. Your even better in the morning light,. ? ,. It maybe love or maybe just the wine
a summers night, and everything will turn out right, The nights so young we danced all through the night,. Your even better in the morning light,. ? ,. It maybe love or maybe just the wine
all men has ravaged the blessed. And year after year every crime reappears without a care Where are the summers of my life? Have the seasons all gone cold?. Where are the lovers of this life? Who's
