Текст песни Fitzgerald Patrik - The Finger Of Lesotho
Fitzgerald Patrik - The Finger Of Lesotho слова песни
He smiled with contentmentAs he placed the present in the boxSealing up the wrapping paperWaiting for the courierThe motorcycle messenger, riding through the rainTo deliver the parcelTo the castle of his latest flamehe now appeared preoccupiedWaiting for the telephoneTo confirm the arrivalOf the parcel at her homeThe motorcycle messenger, arriving through the rainPausing at the doorbellAnd studying the namesShe smiled to herselfImagining the surpriseBut, then, she wasn`t sureWeather to believe what she sawBefore her eyesA beautiful ringOf diamonds and goldStill attached to the fingerOf the man whose fortune that they`d stole`The finger of Lesotho`