tear But sometimes at night where the cold winds moan In a long black veil she cries all o'er my bones She walks these hills in a long black veil She
. But sometimes at night where the cold winds moan In a long black veil she cries all o'er my bones. She walks these hills in a long black veil. She visits
Tradução: Marianne Faithfull. Largo velo Negro.
tear. But sometimes at night where the cold winds moan In a long black veil she cries all o'er my bones. She walks these hills in a long black veil.
