Текст песни Cousteau - Last Good Day of The Year
Cousteau - Last Good Day of The Year слова песни
Dont tell meThat you get sick of livingWhen the summers so forgiving although we have stolenAll of the things that we though we had owned thenHave disappearedAll these things in flavourWont do you no favoursWhen the summers light is fragrant with scents of returningYou relent, you resent, now youre burningFor nothing to change....Theres something there...(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)Wont rest(only minutes, only hours)Unless(now the morning breaks in showers)I guessWell remember this all of our livesOn the last good day of the yearAll the leaves are turningAutumns fingers burnishedFurnished here in hope and in faith in the meantimeKinda working my way through a dreamI was having aloneTheres something there...(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)Wont rest(only minutes, only hours)Unless(now the morning breaks in showers)Im leftWith the north wind breathing down my neck...On the last good day of the year.....(dont know where I end and where you begin...)