Урок
Урок
Урок
Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to greyThe hours, they bring me pain
Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dreamI was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between
Thinking how it used to beDoes she still remember times like these?To think of us again?And I do
Tangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dreamI was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between