Текст песни Schiller - Desire
Schiller - Desire слова песни
Текст песни Schiller - Desire
Turn my silver into goldNot afraid of getting oldWant my soul remove the coldWhen the night comesgive me holdGold i never to build you dreamsOlder, wiser than it seems( )Cold as ice you play with meAnd you hold on to your dreams...Turn my silver into goldNot afraid of getting oldWant my soul remove the coldWhen the night comesgive me holdGold i never to build you dreamsOlder, wiser than it seemsCold as ice you play with fireAnd you hold on to desire...Turn my silver into goldNot afraid of getting oldWant my soul remove the coldWhen the night comesgive me holdGold i never to build you dreamsOlder, wiser than it seemsCold as ice a man of meansAnd you hold on to your dreams...