Summer is gone, it couldnt last too long. Soon the dawn will be short and night will come. Well, I´m looking for something, that shouldnt come to me, but something didnt show up, became a memoryyy…
There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're rowing Or which way the river's flowing / Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing / So the danger must be growing Are the fires of hell a-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? Yes, the danger must be growing ‘Cause the rowers keep on rowing And they’re certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing.
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína. Skoðaðu stefnuna hér..
