Mrs. Stadler کے بول

Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how to paint? To paint, today Mrs. Stadler, won't you teach me how? Mrs. Stadler, your hair is turning gray I heard about your cells today I didn't want to leave that way If you see me again Will you still be my friend? Why must we grow older, older? And when we meet again Just after freedom ends When the world is almost over, over Will everything still be the same? I come in peace, to drink your wine And find myself in photographs We're all crossing, the starting line It hurts my back to think of it I want to leave, this place in time Mrs. Stadler, taught me to paint She told me to live my own way I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say But your life will happen, anyway Mrs. Stadler, taught me to paint She told me to live my own way I've got a feeling, it's so hard to say But your life will happen, anyway