AdamOsa Osagiede - One Sunday Morning in San Fransico Тексты

One Sunday morning.
In San Francisco
I drove across the Golden Gate
There I got the hope to carry on.

One Sunday morning.
In San Francisco
I drove across the Golden Gate
There I got the hope to move on.

What does it profit a man
If he gain the whole world

One Sunday morning.
In San Francisco
I drove across the Golden Gate
There I got the hope to carry on.