A farmer there lived in the north country,
a hey ho and me bonny o
And he had daughters one, two, three,
The swans swim so bonny o
These daughters they walked by the river's brim
a hey ho and me bonny o
The eldes
anette shti podkrepqm taq mursha ti v red li si! Bez Tarja Nightwish sa nishty....pff ujas! i glasa na anete nemoje nikoga da se sravnqva s glasa na tarja (neiniq glas e 3 oktavi) a na taq anetteujas! pfff.....
The turn against
The world we know
Now our destiny
will be decided
We have to send
our brothers in arms
With pain in our heart
We watched them go
Will they return?
Truth is we
