Lobo Marino - Crooked Road | Текст песни

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Oh the crane bows his head to the stream so cold
Oh the snake swims ahead to the tide river flows

And the smallest ant carries the weight of a man
and the cloudy rays still grow the tallest trees

Oh the fern it unfolds and the heat carries on
And the sweet of the vine calls the bees "drink the wine"

And the smallest ant carries the weight of a man
and the cloudy rays still grow the tallest trees

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