Текст и слова песни Phish – Esther
It was late one fall night at a fairground near town
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who grovelled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
When Esther first saw the Armenian man
Who grovelled toward her and stood by her side
With a bucket that swung in his hand
His grin stretched the folds of his pasty white cheeks
And his lips hurled a dollop of murk on the curb
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