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Текст (слова) песни: Cousteau - Last Good Day of The Year



Dont tell me

That you get sick of living

When the summers so forgiving although we have stolen

All of the things that we though we had owned then

Have disappeared

All these things in flavour

Wont do you no favours

When the summers light is fragrant with scents of returning

You relent, you resent, now youre burning

For nothing to change....

Theres something there...

(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)

Wont rest

(only minutes, only hours)

Unless

(now the morning breaks in showers)

I guess

Well remember this all of our lives

On the last good day of the year

All the leaves are turning

Autumns fingers burnished

Furnished here in hope and in faith in the meantime

Kinda working my way through a dream

I was having alone

Theres something there...

(amongst the fallen fruit and flowers)

Wont rest

(only minutes, only hours)

Unless

(now the morning breaks in showers)

Im left

With the north wind breathing down my neck...

On the last good day of the year.....

(dont know where I end and where you begin...)

 

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