Elegant, blond and thin He came right from the streets To an old cinnamon boutique Where a dad a his son Kept arguing about opium “Many are displaced here Where life flows upstream”
What curious eyes this man has! Like the shade of something passed He looks like a dolphin Out of a giant intestine
No living soul he has seen For several months, several years Cats and men for him are the same So as the man and his son Who are arguing about opium “You may just be spectres Or a gloom from my mind”
“What is the name he’s been given? Maybe Lord something or Earl of else? He has not a name yet! But we sure shall guess!”
Some said he was a free man Or a someone from past times Who was the unknown If not Mr Price But who was Mr Price If not a mad manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
