Findlay was on his last legs But he made the rules Said suffer fools gladly But never end up as the sufferin' fool He shook me down Though it was
Maybe I?m wrong, amputate sympathy Strength of my tongue, its taken that liberty, How do I feel? a glorified refugee, Nobody ever says goodbye, but
Перевод: Финдли Браун. Come Home.
Перевод: Прогулки,. Финдли в мотеле.
