Summer killed the ones you loved I hesitate and tell you When people leave without goodbye I lose another brick The buildings are tall The world explains
Think of me, I'll think of you We better think this whole thing through Sometimes I'm so clumsy You talk to me, I'll talk to you You cut the fat and
Rest assured This is sincere This is true Let this be my writ of misanthropy To a thankless world of men Who have perfected nothing Save the art of accusation
It had something to do with the rain Leeching loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive Half moon whispered, go For a while, I heard you Missing
Tłumaczenie: The Black Crowes. Cnota i Vice.
Tłumaczenie: Pola Elizejskie. Rapture i cnota Mourning.
And the flower... to poison grey The beggars' winter, the almighty's reign A drama in silver Drawn in bitter dusks Clouds drift across the end One's
Forget the metaphors and those sweet simple similes, I miss your eyes piercing brilliant blue, but I got patience, patience for days, A virtue and a
" Je suis la fille du desespoir, la maladie mortelle, Une messaline vetue de noir qui inlassablement t'appelle " The horizon starts to bleed, the sky
It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered "go" For a while, I heard you missing
