than anyone I wonder in what fields today You're chasing dragonflies at play My little lost girl so far away I wonder in what fields today You're chasing dragonflies
this is the first you spoke of it in your black magic house in a cold damp attic two windows stare at us like eyes behind them december's dark early morning
Превод: Ред Хоусе Паинтерс. Вилиних коњица.
