In the darkness before dinner comes Sometimes I can feel the itch I got a cold mind to go tripping 'cross that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time
rich In the darkness before dinner comes Sometimes I can feel the itch I got a cold mind to go tripping across that thin line I'm sick of doin' straight time
Переклад: Спрінгстін, Брюс. Раз поспіль.
