Paroles de Matte Kudasai
Still, by the window pane,Pain, like the rain that's falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.
When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I'm sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America
BELEW, ADRIAN / BRUFORD, WILLIAM SCOTT / FRIPP, ROBERT / LEVIN, ANTHONY CHARLES
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