Es viernes: King Crimson

Moon Child, version del espannol Logan


I talk to the wind

Im on the outside looking inside
What do I see
Much confusion, disillusion
All around me.



Epitaph

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.