't let sleeping dogs lay Your bobbed voice You awaken as time gone by [Foreign content] Thunder's muttered promise Impatient girl on the scented wind Your gray
To rise and stumble on And down the crooked pavements The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf The brittle bell chimes And fortune smiles with it's
Tulkojums: Gray, David. L's Song.
us To rise and stumble on And down the crooked pavements The wind blows my thoughts like a leaf The brittle bell chimes And fortune smiles with it's
