it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night? Some say the rider, some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke, beyond all repair But my darling says, "Leonard
it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke beyond all repair But my darling says "Leonard
Fordítás: Leonard Cohen. Ballad Of The Absent Mare.