Life is very long when you're lonely



Farewell to this lands cheerless marshes

Hemmed in like a boar between arches

Her very Lowness with her head in a sling

I'm truely sorry – but it sounds like a wonderful thing



Dear Charles, don't you ever crave

To appear in the front of the Daily Mail

Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?



The queen is dead, The Smiths, 1986. La traduzione chiedetela a ebi