Sad Song — текст песни (Velvet Underground)

Living on borrowed times

Im in love with mary, queen of scots

Fourteen hundred ninety-three

And everythings like it should be



Im gonna stop wastin my time

Henry the fifth would have broken my arm



Sad song, sad song, doo, doo

Sad song, sad song



Living on borrowed times

Im in love with mary, queen of scots

Fourteen hundred ninety-three

And things are just like they ought to be



Primrose and kilts, primrose and spain

Forget me not, my queen of scots



Sad song, sad song, doo, doo

Sad song, sad song