Getting close to seasons end I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England Snow flakes in a new-born fist Sledging on a hill Are
Traduction: Marillion. Seasons End.
You may not recall the moment that you asked me But your invitation was clear You'll pretend you've never met me but it's far to late Now I'm here
I was out in the cold of a North London street A cog in the hurrying world Above the walls and the gate police I caught a glimpse of a Holloway girl
The mascara'd blonde from the Berliner bar Rises at twilight, gets dressed in a daze Black leather crackles and cold water runs As she touches the
There's a line on her jeans that a ball-point made From a careless mistake that she can't wash away And there's a heart on her sleeve from a spill of
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain Feeling so high you can feel so alone Unable to breathe at the height that you flew Staring on clouds
a mist was on the field The grey and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tattered necklace of hedge end
I feel so strange what's wrong with me You've got a problem that you can't see But I've got a feeling all the rumours are true I see the girl's got
A ragged man came shuffling through A puppet king on the 4th of June And butterflies from all around Settled on his paper crown A pretty sight it
: Getting close to seasons end I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England Snow flakes in a new-born fist Sledging on a hill
Getting close to seasons end I heard somebody say That it might never snow again In England Snow flakes in a newborn fist Sledging on a hill Are these
