Текст песни A Sombre Tale

(From The Poem: 'Sorry' - Ken McEwan) This man a putrid wretch of knots Whom limps among his fellow trees He is a lonely of woes and yet Forgotten, he's trampled; as he pleas This thing a storm expressed by doubt He hurts, used by moralities Cause It is a wicked way to learn and yet Excused, he's punished; for his flaws