Текст песни Matte Kudasai - King Crimson

Still, by the window pane
Pain, like the rain that's falling.
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

When, when was the night so long
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

She waits in the air
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.