Speak slowly, tongue of winter Leak only strokes of bright moonlight These streets I‘ve weaved with hunger Repeatedly with white sheet eyes Quiver through the nights Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear This city croons to me, no other With dark descending phantoms Haunts hoary heads the longest wail Their hollow beat of footsteps Will follow me midst snowy trail Beneath a lonesome moon, I hear This city croons to me, no other Releasing all too soon, I’m near; To her my chest gives in, no other (The grieving streetlights monitored me well, since all was but frost) X 4Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
