The United States Of America - Love Song For The Dead Che | Текст песни

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• Love Song For The Dead Che

At the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
I remember the taste of you, sweet in my mouth,
Late in the year.
And in the stillness of the Oriente rainfall
I remember the warmth of you, still in my arms,
Late, late in the year.

I will bring to you flowers in the night
Soft as my trembling fingers touch you, love,
I can offer you wine and candlelight
If only my aching fingers scratch you, love
Late in the year.
Late in the year