Will you stay with me?,
Will you be my love
Among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky,
As we lie in the fields of gold...
('Fields Of Gold', Sting)
Will you be my love
Among the fields of barley?
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky,
As we lie in the fields of gold...
('Fields Of Gold', Sting)
2 comentarios:
Will you stay with me?,
esa pregunta la he hecho un par de veces y nunca me han contestado
supongo que provoca vertigo...
Mi abuela me contaba que fui rubio, cuando chico... ¿podrías ser rubia y ayudarme a sostener la mirada sobre estos campos dorados?
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