Raconteur:
[singing]
They turn and turn, my characters turn, As night turns to day and joy to pain, Rain, once fallen, rises to heaven, Turns into clouds and rains again, Working girl or woman of breeding, Aristocrat or proud dragoon, Love comes calling, sudden and fleeting, And they all dance to love's same tune...
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:21