🏒 Ewa Farna Vánoce Na Míru

Dont soar back and forth anymore, There is something mystical, A snow covered up all hastiness, The first star rises, I dont know prettier day in the year, If I can wish something, Fitted Christmas in the wrapping paper. If I can wish something, To awaken the baby in us again. bZHZ.

ewa farna vánoce na míru