Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door You should not treat me like a stranger Our father would not like the way that you act And you must realize
Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms You should not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize
Tulkojums: Dylan, Bob. Ak, māsa.
: Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms You should not treat me like a stranger. Our Father would not like the way that you act And you must realize