Ba, ba, ba etc Who wants the worry,the hurry of city life. Money, nothing funny,wasting the best of our life. Sweet wine, hay making, sunshine day breaking
ترجمه: دیپ پرپل. شراب شیرین.
torrent of darkness Among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon Tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight Over the purple
the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor, And the highwayman
a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple
