Знает автор лишь только один, где у сказки (счастливый?) конец, ну а ты здесь лишь Шут, лишь Глупец, но она вся-тебе, погляди.
And it seems to be just true
To write a love song about you
And I fall for you, I fall into your eyes
And it seems that you can be
All a slave needs to feel free
‘Cos I’m going home
And home’s right in your arms
And I’ll be in your arms tonight
Fiddlers Green"Lullaby"
To write a love song about you
And I fall for you, I fall into your eyes
And it seems that you can be
All a slave needs to feel free
‘Cos I’m going home
And home’s right in your arms
And I’ll be in your arms tonight
Fiddlers Green"Lullaby"