LIKE A DANDY OF LONDON DRESSED AS A SOLDIER OF LOVE IN SPRING

I'm afraid to turn around and look back— maybe the planted garden there has become deserted, and behind me, the others have scattered, each in their own direction? Youth has persistently called us all somewhere, so we abandoned the garden—in simplicity, without malice, frivolous and reckless…

I'm afraid to turn around and look back— maybe the planted garden there has become deserted, and behind me, the others have scattered, each in their own direction? Youth has persistently called us all somewhere, so we abandoned the garden—in simplicity, without malice, frivolous and reckless…

I'm afraid to turn around and look back— maybe the planted garden there has become deserted, and behind me, the others have scattered, each in their own direction? Youth has persistently called us all somewhere, so we abandoned the garden—in simplicity, without malice, frivolous and reckless…

Catch my sorrow: on all frequencies They broadcast me on the radio, Like the beads of a wooden abacus I am strung on your frivolity.

Catch my sorrow: on all frequencies They broadcast me on the radio, Like the beads of a wooden abacus I am strung on your frivolity.

Love doesn't fit under the sky, And the sky doesn't fit in love, I was with you like fluffy white snow And a drop of madness in my blood.

Love doesn't fit under the sky, And the sky doesn't fit in love, I was with you like fluffy white snow And a drop of madness in my blood.