Besedila: Jeff Buckley. In The Cantina.

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It?s so dark in my home
With this world I live alone
Whiskey (soul) in my sunrise
In my hell like a silvereyes
In the cantina
Some (strange) story now
I?m here sleeping
In a ?. silver
And now my home is cantina
In her rooms from rushes
All I love is now ashes
Windows shows by the shown
All my love
I?ll find it crying this eve at night
All my love
Is mother dirked
Is brother dirked
Dying?.. lovers town to this world
So their home is a cantina

In her rooms ? from rushes
When all your love will be ashes
In the dark stormy windows
Whiskey (soul)at my nightfall
All my love
I?ll be finding crying this eve at night
All my love
Oh to be ??
Say back home
Draw around for me and my friends a cantina