woke at 7 a.m. The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You hadn't taken off your black dress
I woke at 7am The cold air was not becoming This tune I started humming And you lay there so still With dark eyes shut and whiskey breath You hadn't taken off your black dress
Vertaling: Harcourt, Ed. Black Dress.
