I know the edge is there on Brega…
I know the edge is there on Brega
Solitude of the sea splashing;
Rosy where the sun shines
On the scorched meadows;
Oak trees not in sight-steppe naked
Above the sea lies one.
I know the edge is there on Brega…
I know the edge is there on Brega
Solitude of the sea splashing;
Rosy where the sun shines
On the scorched meadows;
Oak trees not in sight-steppe naked
Above the sea lies one.