m no better shape Than my fellow riders Every now and then I'm slipping back again Empty and mortal I begin to sing this song My mind is moving fast
Than my fellow riders It appears to be done For the pleasure of the doing But I'm in no better shape Than my fellow riders It appears to be done For
no better shape Than my fellow riders Every now and then I'm slipping back again Empty and mortal I begin to sing this song My mind is moving fast
Traduzione: Garbarek, Anja. Il mio Riders Fellow.
