()Lonely sky-Chris De Burgh (cover by olido2266)
The cold north wind they call „La Bise“ Is swirling round about my knees, Trees are crying leaves into the river; I’m huddled in this french cafe; I never thought I’d …
The cold north wind they call „La Bise“ Is swirling round about my knees, Trees are crying leaves into the river; I’m huddled in this french cafe; I never thought I’d …