Oh, sing to me, baby, oh She was a poetry girl I adored Late at night, I'd hear songs from her window Myrrh and frankincense seeped Through her door
Sing to me... She was a poetry girl I adored Late at night I'd hear songs from her window Myrrh and frankincense seeped through her door And they lingered
Пераклад: Эрык Бенет. Паэзія дзяўчына.
Пераклад: Best Man саўндтрэк. Паэзія дзяўчына [Эрык Бенет].
