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...
the memories curl and grow
deep down inside.
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...