Some tales say morrow knows, I know not why they say so. Some go where sorrow goes, I know not where they do go. One comes with winter's wind To tell a tale of mourning. One free as summer's sin To tell a tale of mourning. [Chorus:] Spinning around in circles every day, Spinning around and finding no new way. Spinning around, spinning around they say, I wish them all dead anyway. So sing the poets then I know not why they sing so. So go, they sorrow's friends, I know not where they do go. One comes with autumn's rain And sings a song of mourning. One sets the spring aflame And sings a song of mourning. [Chorus:] Spinning around in circles every day, Spinning around and finding no new way. Spinning around, spinning around they say, I wish they all could go away. [Guitar solo] [Chorus:] Spinning around in circles every day, Spinning around and finding no new way. Spinning around, spinning around they say, Spinning around in circles every day. (Plays the strings of mourning...)
I'm stuck crazy on this great song!!! Adore L.O.T.
Эх, моя юность, и 2001 год...
Så jävlar bra från början till slut
Some tales say morrow knows,
I know not why they say so.
Some go where sorrow goes,
I know not where they do go.
One comes with winter's wind
To tell a tale of mourning.
One free as summer's sin
To tell a tale of mourning.
[Chorus:]
Spinning around in circles every day,
Spinning around and finding no new way.
Spinning around, spinning around they say,
I wish them all dead anyway.
So sing the poets then
I know not why they sing so.
So go, they sorrow's friends,
I know not where they do go.
One comes with autumn's rain
And sings a song of mourning.
One sets the spring aflame
And sings a song of mourning.
[Chorus:]
Spinning around in circles every day,
Spinning around and finding no new way.
Spinning around, spinning around they say,
I wish they all could go away.
[Guitar solo]
[Chorus:]
Spinning around in circles every day,
Spinning around and finding no new way.
Spinning around, spinning around they say,
Spinning around in circles every day.
(Plays the strings of mourning...)