И у самой двери рая Он поймёт, что умирает, Как же можно После бала, после бала.
Mother, do you think she's good enough for me? Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me? Mother, will she tear your little boy apart? Ooh, aah, mother, will she break my heart?
We all came out to MontreuxOn the Lake Geneva shorelineTo make records with a mobileWe didn’t have much time...
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