She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow Bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in the Spring
She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in
Vertimas: Nick Cave ir Bad Seeds. Ji praėjo Mano Lango.
: She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it