09-29-2004, 08:04 AM
ja jak sie dostane tam gdzie chce sie dostac to nie wytrzezwieje do grudnia
"Eight hundred voices in a drunken chant
Some dance around the tables, stand straight they can't
Throats are getting wet, throats are getting dry
There's a lot of mead in the horns raised high"
"Eight hundred voices in a drunken chant
Some dance around the tables, stand straight they can't
Throats are getting wet, throats are getting dry
There's a lot of mead in the horns raised high"