Your welcome was cold,
With reproaches instead dinner,
But your eyes were smiling,
So I felt like the winner
Softly we drifted
In pine-wood bed...
And strip of the shadow
Became thinner and thinner...
With reproaches instead dinner,
But your eyes were smiling,
So I felt like the winner
Softly we drifted
In pine-wood bed...
And strip of the shadow
Became thinner and thinner...