Оригинален текст
On Suicide Bridge,
I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine,
Weary of the humiliations of the Crouch End.
There I was.
An old lady passed me.
She smiled and said,
On Suicide Bridge,
I found myself one spring morning in the frigid sunshine,
Weary of the humiliations of the Crouch End.
There I was.
An old lady passed me.
She smiled and said,