Besedila: Cousteau. Please Don't Cry.

You bite your lip and kinda frown
You lost the plot, the time, all kind of stormy
I see it coming, cross your brow
See the rain come raging down before me

Please don't cry
Please don't you cry

I look around to catch your eye
Fool around so gormless it's not funny
Wipe away the storms, my child

If I could, I would, I should, I'm sorry

Please don't cry
Please don't you cry