Translation: Elizeth Cardoso. At the table (with Sergio Bittencourt).
(By Sandy Denny. U.F.O. Music, Inc. (C) 1972) I can't believe that it's so cold And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me
Black rivers hard as stone, lined with corpses of our own Through the bloodied trees, carving though our canopies Through the forest, cutting through
My true love went riding out In white and green and gray Past the pale of office wall Where she was want to stray And there she came upon A white and
Translation: The Decemberists. The Hazards Of Love 1 (The Prettiest Whistles Won't Wrestle The Thistles Undone).
Translation: Sandy, Denny. Bushes And Briars (Thistles And Thorns).
: My true love went riding out In white and green and gray Past the pale of office wall Where she was want to stray And there she came upon A white and