Sting›Poezii

I don\'t take coffee I take tea my dear I like my toast done on one side And you can hear it in my accent when I talk I\'m an Englishman in New

I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in pain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of fire These

You\'ll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You\'ll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of