и носик трогает сухой
the decemberists - a cautionary song
there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping,
cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
and she's standing in the harbor and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
see how they approach
до конца
пожалуй, их есть за что любить. ну да я не первый раз так думаю.
there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping
through the lights of beacon street
and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping,
cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats
and she's standing in the harbor and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat
see how they approach
до конца
пожалуй, их есть за что любить. ну да я не первый раз так думаю.