Four stoic trees spreading over woods White mossy fingers form a leafy hood Turning the night into some other life, now
Red roofs curve out, make a curious line Farm houses shout and machinery whines Out for a stroll with a girl in a hard hat
Old wooden horse with a plaster leg Resting behind the community shed Catching his breath and scratching his ankle
Post office bell rings at nine-o-five Schoolchildren move just like bees in a hive Darting their eyes and biting their wings
Post office bell rings at three-o-five Schoolchildren flee just like bees in a hive Riding their bicycles onto the sidewalk
Four stoic trees spreading over woods Dark mossy fingers form a leafy hood Darting their eyes and opening their wingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
