T.Rex
T.Rex — Wind quartets
T.Rex — Wind quartets (текст песни)
The wind quartet howls softly My jeep hand strokes her necklace Crusted, crammed with old Etruscan gold. Her bird head torn with summer Inspects a Spartan runner Robbing time a chosen Prince of Speed. My goblet drenched with Autumn Tears for my dead cat Ena Silver Surfer scorcerer of spray. She hooded deep in chartreuse A falcon glimpse of white teeth Separated by lace cinnamon folds. We hid and rid in hansom