Tears from the stars
My Girls My Loves Their Eyes My Eyes
Anya
I'm so far away From everything you know Your name is carried, is carried on the wind Your ice blue waters Anya Where do they flow Where have they been? Where have they been? A hidden passion Touching a spark Flame of revolution Burning wild in your gypsy heart Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya The spirit of freedom Anya, Anya Anya The light of freedom buried Deep within your soul Across the puszta plain to see The rhapsody of angels Refuse to dance alone What do they mean? What do they mean? Your jewel flashing Across the dark Forbidding distance I love your gypsy heart Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya The spirit of freedom Anya, Anya Anya Your jewel flashing Across the dark Forbidding distance I love your gypsy heart Your gypsy heart Anya, Anya The spirit of freedom Anya, Anya Anya
Perfect Strangers
Can you remember, remember my name? As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown Ohh, and cold Cold spirits of ice Ah, ah, all my life I am the echo of your past I am returning, the echo of a point in time And distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known Ohh, and laughing As the spirits appear All your, all your life Shadows of another day If you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Oh, is aching with the dead of the night Ohh, precious life Your tears are lost in falling rain
And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect strangers
There´s a hidden passion in my mind, forbidden on the other side of my mind
There´s a hidden passion in my mind, flashing, crossing in this passion side.
He said, I' m angry with you.
She said, I'm on fire.
He said, I know, that´s why I´m angry with you.
Sophie, please explain to me why and what are you doing and saying there?
Well, when you are free as I am you have to follow the orders that are told to do.
NGR
Welcome to the machine
How lesbians do the things?
Fingers cross and licks... Beautiful.
Tiring travels, interviews, speeches, conversations, stays and sleepless nights. So tiring.
It's more tiring to walk than to ride a bike.
Look at her, she drives a limousine when she goes to the church.
Kisses💋
She´s still in time