Procession moves on, the shouting is over Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone Talking aloud as they sit round their tables Scattering flowers washed
clouds As they started to form Chorus I have lived my life as a simple man Should my heart not make a sound I?ve even tried to please the other man
ترجمة: موزعو الصحف. رجل بسيط.
ترجمة: موزعو الصحف. رجل بسيط (ألماني).
the clouds As they started to form Chorus I have lived my life as a simple man Should my heart not make a sound I?ve even tried to please the other man
