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...

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