Velvet Underground - Sad Song текст песни

Living on borrowed times

Im in love with mary, queen of scots

Fourteen hundred ninety-three

And everythings like it should be

Im gonna stop wastin my time

Henry the fifth would have broken my arm

Sad song, sad song, doo, doo

Sad song, sad song

Living on borrowed times

Im in love with mary, queen of scots

Fourteen hundred ninety-three

And things are just like they ought to be

Primrose and kilts, primrose and spain

Forget me not, my queen of scots

Sad song, sad song, doo, doo

Sad song, sad song