slave. Who you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live on, the lies said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was
can tell me the color of the rain' In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was born to
tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun The power of one. No one was born to be
Tradução: Sonata Arctica. El Poder de Uno.
. Who can tell me the color of the rain' In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was born
a slave. Who you tell me the color of the rain? In the world that we live on, the lies said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was
Who can tell me the color of the rain' In the world that we live in, the things said and done They can well overrun the power of one. No one was born
