crying just the other day Everyman, it's not your money You and I get to feel this way We can feel the rain We're like everyman Everyman, you get lonely
Tulkojums: Richard Cliff. Everyman.
He's sitting all alone His blankets are made out of cardboard And his pillows are made out of stone Every face tells a storcy It never tells a lie Every
Tulkojums: Richard Cliff. Katra seja ir stāsts.
