But your coats aren't hanging on the rack And blue water turns to A place that I can't get to A place that I can't In a room all I feel Is the cold
the early morning I can't make up a thing And a barely can play I don't like to sing So I picked up my brush Painted blue guitar And I ripped off the
back but your coats aren't hanging on the rack and blue water turns to a place that i can't get to a place that i can't in a room all i feel is the cold
ترجمه: نقاشان سرخ خانه. یکی دیگر از آهنگ یک گیتار آبی.
ترجمه: نقاشان سرخ خانه. آهنگ برای گیتار آبی.
