trafalgar meydanı

• uyku getiren rufus wainwright parcasi ..
  
  somewhere near central london
  i imagine not so far from trafalgar square
  and the lions
  there lives an older gentleman
  who teas with bbc and britain's ghost
  his lady companion by his side.
  oh yes, i see him now.
  
  and cross the deep blue sea
  i cannot smell
  inside a symphony
  the 'pastorale'.
  
  so besides the black rats swimming
  i watch the english evening skies
  reflect my heart
  as i walk behind him,
  looking for what's been lost
  like looking over all the trees
  of hampstead heath
  now before us in the twilight.
  no, i can't bear it now.
  
  and cross the deep blue sea
  i cannot smell
  inside a symphony
  the 'pastorale'.
  
  a jacket and hat...the only trace...
  two gold rings...
  but never fades.
  
  a jacket and hat...the only trace
  two gold rings...
  but never fades...
  a face....
  
  diye gider..