Love there are flowers hanging in the vine
So high…you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it’s hook, a broken valentine
I see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly care
When I’m bombed I stretch like bubblegum
And look too long straight at the morning sun
Love there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in place
I build a shrine
I settle a monument
Because you’re fire
Because you’re a fire escape
… αφού έκανε την αρχή η Λουΐζα, ας το καθιερώσουμε.
Love there are flowers hanging in the vine
So high…you cannot see
Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it’s hook, a broken valentine
I see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly care
When I’m bombed I stretch like bubblegum
And look too long straight at the morning sun
Love there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in place
I build a shrine
I settle a monument
Because you’re fire
Because you’re a fire escape
… αφού έκανε την αρχή η Λουΐζα, ας το καθιερώσουμε.
ναι , σωστά , να έχουν ατμόσφαιρα τα μαστόρια όταν γδέρνουν