Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses
the sky with no clouds The heat was hot and the ground was dry But the air was full of sound I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses
Du musst jetzt bei mir bleiben, Hilde. Zwanzig Jahre sind zu viel. Meine Haare werden dunner. Du verlorst dein Sex-Appeal. Wir wissen zuviel voneinander