5 commentaires

1. 
   mafiosa · 2013-03-21 17:38

   Great album :)

2. 
   lunasimoncini · 2013-03-21 17:58

   thank you @mafiosa ;)

3. 
   adash · 2013-03-21 17:59

   On the third day he took me to the river
   He showed me the roses and we kissed
   And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
   As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

   On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
   And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
   And I kissed her goodbye, said, "All beauty must die"
   And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

4. 
   lunasimoncini · 2013-03-21 18:08

   @adash :D

5. 
   slackyuser · 2015-01-04 19:52

   Great album