Текст песни Postcards from Italy* — Florence and the Machine
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Florence and the Machine
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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
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
