And I stand on a pillar and it's melting like ice Of years that I've lived and some I've lived twice And I have all these feathers and leaves on my
How can I sweep these words into a cluster Put 'em in a pile like feathers on your floor? Voyages and sea forests deep blue and rusty Sew 'em in a satchel
Prevod: David Crosby. Rusty In Blue.
