King Crimson - Matte Kudasai - Текст песни

Still, by the window pane,
Pain, like the rain that s falling.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.

When, when was the night so long,
Long, like the notes I m sending.
She waits in the air,
Matte Kudasai.
She sleeps in a chair
In her sad America.