There's a smog moon, in the amber sky, wavering and burning like a golden lie. I fell so far, I didn't think I'd make it back We are all made, as an afterthought
There's a smog moon in the amber sky Waverin' and burnin' like a golden lie I fell so far, I didn't think I'd make it back We are all made as an afterthought
Preklad: Sladké, Matthew. Smog Mesiac.
