歌词
The dark skies and poplar trees
Like white clay on tapestry
Shows off their majesty as they bow
And breathe in the southern wind
But days here are so unkind
As if honey's taste was switched for brine
Your gaze is with goodbye eyes
And you cry sorry sighs
Oh, such sorry sighs
Oh, such sorry sighs
The night with ten thousand eyes
Whispers scenes that demand you cry
But mercy is on your mind
Every time so you play blind
Oh, so you play blind
Oh, so you play blind
Oh, so you play blind
Oh, so you play blind
Written by: Arsun Sorrenti
