by word she spoke to me Neath a mess of bygone linen She listens as to dry a thousand tongues My love is thin and thinning Some cherished flower Flutters
by word she spoke to me neath a mess of bygone linnen she listens as to dry a thousand tongues my love is thin and thinning some cherised flower flutters
Перевод: 16 Horsepower. Флаттер.
