Patti Smith - Horses все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

His father died and left him a little farm in new england.
All the long black funeral cars left the scene
And the boy was just standing there alone
Looking at the shiny red tractor
Him and his daddy used to sit inside
And circle the blue fields and grease the night.
It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars
cause when he looked up they started to slip.