Getting hung up all day on smiles Walking down portobello road for miles Greeting strangers in Indian boots Yellow ties and old brown suits Growing old
Portobello Road, Portobello Road Street where the riches of ages are stowed Artifacts to glorify our regal abode Are hidden in the flotsam in Portobello Road
Feel the sun rise in my bones Its reminding me of being alone Its a new day without you by my side Sit in silence across the room, Wondering what to
Překlad: Stevens, Cat. Portobello Road.
