كلمات February

February I was a child He was a child In a land not so far fromthe sea Such a cold, cold night The angels betrayed me Their beauty is like The sharp end of a knife God had His favourite angel Wearing a wire that night February Not Annabelle Lee February Wait for me I used to skate Across a fozen lake Out by the woods The best i could I know the taste of ice As it shifts and breaks February Not Annabelle Lee February Wait for me