mind, must go on holiday Torn from it's hook, a broken Valentine I see the smoke from a revolver Will I get hit? I hardly care When I'm bombed, I stretch
(Lanegan) Love there are flowers hanging in the vine So high you cannot see Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentine I
Tulkojums: Mark Lanegan. Bombardēja.
(Lanegan) Love there are flowers hanging in the vine So high you cannot see Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentine
