Versuri Byron - The Dawn of a Drunk Bum
Album: Byron - Forbidden Drama
the autumn is leaving,
the cold streets are screaming,
the bells of an ancient tower are fading out in the night...
the beauty of darkness,
the howl of a cypress,
those empty bottles umber the eyes...
falling...
the memories curl and grow
deep down inside.
crawling...
the rocks are dead and cold,
don't have the time to say goodbye...
the dawn of a drunk bum -
bullfighting loomed with rum,
the scorned eyes of a stranger saying "how can you live?"
a comb and a toothbrush,
a clean suit, a little rush,
a cab is waiting outside to drive the lawyer to the court...