[transcribed by jon l] False echos By: jimmy buffett 1996 The skies over cuba turned pink with the light And the waterfront ritual began to ignite All
Översättning: Jimmy Buffett. Falska ekon.
a flyin' on my dad's first birthday Enduring echoes call out from his past Time ain't for savin' no time's not for that Chasing false echoes like a lost
