has dreams of no one there Within the shadows of her room But all my frozen words agree and say it's time to Call back all the birds I sent to Fly behind
(Jackson Browne) Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror
ترجمة: جاكسون براون. الطيور من علامات سانت.
ترجمة: جاكسون براون. طيور سانت ماركس.