like a string of pearls Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings Dancing through the starlight we began to sing... Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche
Translation: Blackmore's Night. Cartridge.
finger like a string of pearls Smiling face, empty hand, 7 golden rings Dancing through the starlight we began to sing... Ahh, still I hear the whisper..."Cartouche
moonlight, we began to sing Still I hear the whisper, 'Cartouche' Memories, black and white, hide behind the glass In the mirrors and the smoke, it's
