Te same słowa w ustach buca są po prostu prymitywne i chamskie.
Te same słowa w ustach buca są po prostu prymitywne i chamskie.
Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Oh, our Minneapolis, I hear your voice
Singing through the bloody mist
Here in our home they killed and roamed
In the winter of ’26
We’ll remember the names of those who died
On the streets of Minneapolis
Szkoda, że krzyże dalej wiszą…
Szkoda, że krzyże dalej wiszą…