Текст песни Florence and the Machine - Postcards from Italy*

The times we had Oh when the wind would blow with rain and snow Were not all bad We put our feet just where they had, had to go Never to go, oh The shattered soul Following close but nearly twice as slow In my good times There were always golden rocks to throw At those who admit defeat too late Those were our times, those were our times, woah And I would love to see that day That day was mine When she would marry me outside by the willow tree And played the songs we made They made me so And I would love to see that day That day was mine * – Кавер на композицию Postcards From Italy в оригинальном исполнении Beirut
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