Cryptic Tales - Lips Of The Wind Şarkı Sözleri

A child was playing with blocks
He managed to create something
Something that whistled beautiful
Melodies every time the wind blowed

Boy!.. Give our music
Back and win a bone
For your mother
Lips of the wind

The child did it
As the first one
Only child
Can do that again
Bu şarkı sözü 292 kere okundu.