Teksty:
Viola John John

Late spring rain, cool purple mist Strawberries, big as a baby's fist Earth is soft and it yields to pressure The moon is far too bright to measure Comets

Tłumaczenie: Daryl Hall John Oates. Soul Violins.

: Oh I thought that I'd, never see you again Like all good things, it had come to an end But tonight out of nowhere, you appeared like a dream It's like

There's a rose bush in the garden Been there since I was born That celebrates its age without fear I touch the velvet petals And smell the breath of