The Brown Book of the Hitler Terror
In Bednib's shop I picked up a book
An actor came in in a floating gown
He gave me an objective look
I put the book down.
And went into the sunlit streets
Where cars like shuttles passed my eyes
Discreet, I cried, discreet, discreet
And only Socrates was wise.
An actor came in in a floating gown
He gave me an objective look
I put the book down.
And went into the sunlit streets
Where cars like shuttles passed my eyes
Discreet, I cried, discreet, discreet
And only Socrates was wise.
Translation:
Language:
Reviews
No reviews yet.