back into town And paved their way upon the cold ground Roses help me to pretend Blushing brides and cosmonauts Don?t meet their bitter end Roses, roses
Tulkojums: Ķiršu Ghost. Rozes.
, he will be back again I have washed a thousand spiders down the drain Spiders ghosts hang soaked and dangelin' Silently from all the blooming cherry
