The dark nights are drawing in And your humor is as black as them I look at yours, and you laugh at mine And love is just a miserable lie You have
away The dark nights are drawing in And your humour is as black as them I look at yours, you laugh at mine And "love" is just a miserable lie You have
Překlad: The Smiths. Ubohé lži (BBC).
Překlad: The Smiths. Mizerný Lie.
Překlad: The Smiths. Ubohé lži (Tate).
well away The dark nights are drawing in And your humour is as black as them I look at yours, you laugh at mine And "love" is just a miserable lie You
