Yet each man kills the things he loves But to each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
Some kill their loved when they are young Some when they are old Some strangle with the hands of lust Some with the hands of gold The kindest use a knife Because the dead so soon grow cold
Some love too little, some too long Some sell and others buy Some do a deed with money tears Some without a sigh For each man kills the thing he loves
Yet each man kills the things he loves But to each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
Some kill their loved when they are young Some when they are old Some strangle with the hands of lust Some with the hands of gold The kindest use a knife Because the dead soon grow cold
Some love too little, some too long Some sell and others buy Some do a deed with money tears Some without a sigh For each man kills the thing that he lovesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
