Тексты песен Alan Silvestri - Robin Penn-Wright

Just wait though wide he may roam Always a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always a hero comes home He knows of places unknown Always a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone

Lips, ripe as the berries in June Red the rose, red the rose Skin, pale as the light of the moon Gently as she goes Eyes, blue as the sea and the sky Water flows, water flows Heart running like fire i