Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head And my pillow still wet From last night's tears And as I think of giving up A voice inside
C'est la complainte d'un papa Qu'un grand malheur a frappe C'est la malheureuse histoire Que je vais vous raconter Un troisieme matin d'avril Quel triste
Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head My pillow still wet From last night tears And as I think of giving up A voice inside my
Переклад: Елвіс Преслі. Чи не Плач Папа.
: Today I stumbled from my bed With thunder crashing in my head My pillow still wet From last night tears And as I think of giving up A voice inside
