woke at 7 a.m. The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You hadn't taken off your black dress
I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You hadn't taken off your black dress
Tulkojums: Harcourt, Ed. Melna kleita.
