Bubijeva pesmarica

It's faour in the morning, the Fend of December
I'm wd₇riting you now just to se₇ee if you're better
Naew York is cold, but I lFike where I'm living
There's md₇usic on Clinton Street
e₇all through the evening
I haear that you're bhuilding your little haouse
deep in the deshert
a​ You're living for nGothing now
I hope you're kaeeping some kind of rGecord

Yes, and JCane came by with a lock of your hGair
She said that you gave it to aher
That night that you planned to go clhearG​
FDid you ever go cle₇ear?

Ah, the last time we saw you
you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat
was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife

Well I sCee you there with the rose in your tGeeth
One more thin gypsy thaief
Well I see Jane's awaakeG​ Fshe sends her regae₇rds

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping,
and his woman is free

Yes, and thCanks, for the trouble you tGook from her eyes
I thought it was thaere for good so I never trGied
And JCane came by with a lock of your hGair
She said that you gave it to haer
That night that you planned to go cleharG​

SFincerely, L Cohe₇en