[transcribed by jon l] False echos By: jimmy buffett 1996 The skies over cuba turned pink with the light And the waterfront ritual began to ignite All
Tulkojums: Jimmy Buffett. Viltus atbalsis.
were 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like
