He lived verse for verse, he never read words, he always memorized He grew lemon trees from which he would breed yellow canary birds He smoked his red rocks, he never listened to clocks, he was a visionary He wore a true Gypsy's badge from a different land He was a prophet of mine
Persepolis he was his own police, he was a prophet of mine Persepolis he was his own police, he was a prophet of mine
He raised eight soldiers young, he watched his life come undone, his courage bright as a sun He had eyes that could sing, he had my daddy in spring, he was a warm hearted man He laid side by side the love of his life until the day he died He held me real tight and then he knighted a knight, he was prophet of mine
Persepolis he was his own police, he was a prophet of mine Persepolis he was his own police, he was a prophet of mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
