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Richard Thompson The Poor Ditching Boy

, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood It?s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy

Превод: Томпсон, Ричард. Слабо одустајању Дечак.

scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood It?s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy

scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood It?s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy

scheming, idle ways She left me poor enough The storming wind cut through to my skin But she cut through to my blood It?s bitter the need of the poor ditching boy