Under a loop of stars In the vulgar cold The dead airport lay By the pebbles of the highway Through the snail clouds You soared to your lover I hurried
Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold The dead airport lay By the pebbles of the highway Through the snail clouds You soared to your lover I hurried
Traduction: Tim Buckley. Monterey.
Traduction: Tim Buckley. Monterrey.
