ترانه:
David Bowie The Man Who Sold The World

thoughts From the skies, from paradise But they think that we're holding a secretive ball Won't someone invite them they're just taller children That's all, after all Man

All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumor spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who

Pack a pack horse and rest up here on Black country rock You never know, you might find it here on Black country rock Pack a pack horse and rest up here

We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still She sucked my dormant will Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again My God, she shook me cold

here We must have died alone, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World

ترجمه: دیوید بویی. مردی که جهان فروخته شده.

ترجمه: نیروانا. مردی که فروخته شده در جهان (دیوید بووی جلد.

millions here We must have died along, a long long time ago Who knows? not me We never lost control You're face to face With the Man who Sold the World

: (Bowie) Pack a pack horse up and rest up here on Black Country Rock You never know, you might find it here on Black Country Rock Some say the view