We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still She sucked my dormant will Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again My God, she shook me cold
met upon a hill, the night was cool and still She sucked my dormant will Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again My God, she shook me cold I
Oversættelse: David Bowie. Hun rystede mig koldt.