birds away Birds, birds, birds, birds Worms, they're sneaking underground Worms, they're making tiny sounds Dirt, is what they eat Rocks and stones make a
Fordítás: A Kék Kutyák. Madarak.
bleus de Tahiti Je me fous de tes yeux violets de Malaisie Je me fous de tout ca puisque tu es parti La pluie gifle a tout vent Les visages et les coeurs
of those lips glistening in front of me. Don't make a scene, because I don't want anyone to know that our love was most important to me. And you would think after a