clean, antiseptic air Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans O where do we go now but nowhere Around the duck pond we grimly mope Gloomily and mournfully we go
Vertimas: Nick Cave ir Bad Seeds. Kur mes einame dabar, bet niekur.
clean, antiseptic air Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans Where do we go now but nowhere Around the duck pond we grimly moped Gloomily and mournfully we go