Yooonii... I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my pride. He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide. And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to sing. Now every time I sing I know that I belong. belong to him... foto/úprava: Čajová .... krásna pieseň, lieči.. Diary • Denník, Gong 8 komentárov
