Текст песни: Lorca's Roses + перевод

That is not the color of your hair

Your hair is red, fire red

Woven into the fibers of my bed

And late at night it still messes with my head

And in the morning it smells like Lorca’s roses

That is not the color of my love

My love can’t rest, my love can’t die

My love can’t stop her exquisite lie

And she carves my name in small pieces of wood

And in the morning she smells like Lorca’s roses

Перевод песни Lorca's Roses