Like father like son Not flesh nor fish nor bone A red rag hangs from an open mouth Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle A tumbling and
things you thought you should have had And you'll not get them now, And all the while in perfect time Your tears are falling on the ground. The Squonk
Tulkojums: Ģenēze. Squonk.
the things you thought you should have had And you'll not get them now, And all the while in perfect time Your tears are falling on the ground. The Squonk
