Rain, rain on my face Hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after forty days And my
Rain, rain on my face It hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud CHORUS But if I can't swim after forty
Vertaling: Jars Of Clay. Overstroming.
There is a river that washes you clean There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own For all of your
There is a river that washes you clean There is a tree that marks the places you've been Blood that was spilled, although not your own... For all of