It's six o'clock still in bed to my dismay people are hurrying though the town they work all the day saving their pay to bay themselves into a better life I stagger out of bed and wash my aching head trough my window shines the sun-light brigth and clean look on people's head looks like pearls in river beds and then laugh about their little worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
