Текст песни Sort Sol - Desdemona
Sort Sol - Desdemona слова песни
Went down your street on a cool summer nightcould not believe my ears were they rightSounds heading. Nowhere boundI couldn`t make my feet turn aroundThey say the earth shakes under your windowWhen you twist every word around townStanding by your little red telephoneEndless rain on the lineDes - de - mo - na - Have you decided -Who are you todayCat from Brazil or eighty miles awayBubbles from your mouth surely blandLike answers I can`t understandDes - de - mo - na - Desdemona ScarlettWawes her head over meDesdemona ScarlettShows me the bottleSays: "It`ll give you more"I pick up the bottleit brings me to the floorI pick up the bottleNo time to be born