The Kominas - Silver | Текст песни

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• The Kominas
• Silver

Her name of Silver, is all I'll have,
a band of silver, for your daughter's hand
a sliver of silver, can be quite grand
16 pieces of silver, was enough for Judas and,
I'll gather the silver, fresh from the sand
I'll take your silver,
sell my flesh by the pound,
I'll find your silver,
where waves meet the ground
Her name of Silver, is all I'll have
a band of silver, for your daughter's hand
and hair of silver, to keep us warm
around my finger, so I can brave the storm