Текст песни My Ghost Town - Calexico , Modena City Ramblers
My precious rose is dying down
Too blind to see the world spinning round
My precious rose is dying down
Her velvet petals withered on the ground
Scattered days lying on a rusted crown
Scattered nights _like tears of a clown
I count them all like crows in the sky
Through the clouds of my ghost town
My precious rose is dying down
The gnome in the garden wears my old crown
My precious rose is dying down
On his stone face there's a frown
Scattered petals I'll receive in hay
Scattered tears I know in the end I will pay
I count them all like crows in the sky
Through the clouds of my ghost town
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