This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman, lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before
Tradução: Celtic Frost. Dolores De La Luna.
Tradução: Celtic Frost. Dolores de la Luna / Tristesse De La Lune.