Текст песни: Ugly Sunday (Mark Lanegan )

I feel your blood run cold
And it’s a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I’m drifting
From here to hell today
Behind their windows people stare
Can’t recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drowning ships at sea
None for me and you

It’ll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay

I’m drunk half blind
And it’s an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
Apart like me
Why if all the world’s stopped turning
How can all this rain keep falling?
Washing me a million miles away
From you

Why if I’m so alone now,
Is it getting hard to say goodbye now?

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Исполнитель: Mark Lanegan

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