"You'll remember me when the westwind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold"
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold"
Paroles de Sting, "fields of gold".
Reçois ces notes qui te caressent et te bercent vers ce champs de coquelicots doré.
Jude
