Paroles de Flight To Tashkent
The shade of the September grassDown avenues chasing your childhood
Scratching our names on a tree
These things will remind me of you
Oh, sometime
No, maybe tomorrow
Her hair was as soft as the snow
Watching the Sun rise from my house
The pilot is calling for help
And something reminds me of you
Oh, and we're coming down...
Her hair was as soft as the snow
Watching the Sun rise from my house
The pilot is calling for help
And something reminds me of you
Oh, and we're coming down...
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