Christmas Morning: Busza's In The Garage
He walks alone
With legs tied
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza’s in the Garage?
He walks alone
With tongue dried
Whose tears are meant
To moist it?
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza’s in the Garage?
Manhã de Natal: Busza está na garagem
Ele anda sozinho
Com as pernas amarradas
E sua alma inconstante deve esquecer
Manhã de Natal: Busza está na garagem?
Ele anda sozinho
Com a língua seca
De quem são as lágrimas?
Para umedecer isso?
E sua alma inconstante deve esquecer
Manhã de Natal: Busza está na garagem?