Pa kaj če pišem 2016

Cold Cold

Cold

Cold as a plant In the dark On my hand Blood made its mark All life left me. Time passes by. In the dark I can't see The light isn't mine As I lie on the ground in the cold white snow and to life I am bound with blood - that I know. Cold as a plant In the dark On my hand Blood made its mark All life left me. Time passes by. In the dark I can't see The light isn't mine As I lie on the ground in the cold white snow and to life I am bound with blood - that I know. Cold as a plant In the dark On my hand Blood made its mark All life left me. Time passes by. In the dark I can't see The light isn't mine As I lie on the ground in the cold white snow and to life I am bound with blood - that I know. Besedilo: Klara Krebs, 3. A Risba: Žan Zrimšek, 4. E Besedilo: Klara Krebs, 3. A Risba: Žan Zrimšek, 4. E Besedilo: Klara Krebs, 3. A Risba: Žan Zrimšek, 4. E

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