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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Oh Susanna. St. Patrick's Day.

Alone in my room
The morning that you loved me
A sweet salt perfume
Gently swept around me

The bed became a sailing ship
The floor became the sea
And you became an ocean bird
And flew away from me

I lie in my room
Delicate and broken
A dark echo looms
Of pretty words you'd spoken

Listing in my sailing ship
Upon the wine-dark sea
Sheets of red in brine and sweat
And no one at the wheel

Over the waves now
I call to you to come and rescue me
But you're far away now
So forever I'll go drifting out to sea

I locked up my room
And everything you'd opened
Sewed up my wound
To prove that you're forgotten

But I'll feast for you each year in spring
When birds begin to sing
When everything, yes, everything
Oh, everything is green

Over the waves now
I call to you to come and comfort me
But you're far away now
So your pretty face nevermore I'll see
No, your pretty face nevermore I'll see

Oh Susanna