She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in
Vertaling: Nick Cave en The Bad Seeds. Sy wat deur my venster.
: She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow And bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it
She passed by my window Her eyes were all aglow Bent to pick her glove she?d dropped From the bright and brittle snow Nature had spoken it in the Spring