اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
And it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down
It's one headlong rush
You've got an itch to scratch
The shiny bits of light
Hanging like stars
Hanging like stars
And Mary says, you're such a restless soul
My bicycle spaniard,
My magyar of cold
You've got an itch to find what's best left lost and cold
My bicycle spaniard,
My poor restless soul
My bicycle spaniard,
My poor restless soul
