Текст песни
When butterflies leave their silk palaces
The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
Those who work to tomorrow
Will not miss the dreams of yesterday
Father And SonNew Steve Mac
Ronan Keating, YUSUF
When butterflies leave their silk palaces
The scent of the garden blows towards Heaven's way.
Like the toils of man,
Those who work to tomorrow
Will not miss the dreams of yesterday
