Letras:
Pram

The sky keeps on weeping The sun is sleeping Don't wake the moon The light would show the cracks in her face The earth on its ancient last legs Wobbles

Something's gone and something's over You put the pieces of yourself together Put them all into a suitcase Wait for the next man, wait for the next place

prams' and I wondered what it meant Right outside Switzers, down In Grafton Street an old pram stood Better times he'd long forgot Waitin' there for God knows what. Prams

Tradução: Clifford T. Ward. Cochecitos.

Tradução: Cochecito. El Archivero.

Tradução: Cochecito. Islas distantes.

Tradução: Cochecito. Sombreros de papel.

Many ways of interpretation Many ways of interpretation To a problem there's not one solution It depends how "fluid" is the vision The light is comatose

Vetricku, muj vetre Vidi?, mocny pane ?ipy na tvych kridlech Pole zasypane Vysly? na?e prani Upros latyl bily At z tvych Dlani pry?ti Pramen ?ive sily