Isabella Afterhours

Isabella Afterhours - Migala

When the night is cold and phone

Is ringing in my bones

And the wine

Has gone so long ago

And the nose of isabella

Is closed like an umbrella

And the wine

Has gone so long ago

Let me take you to my sea

Where desire is soft and free

And there's rings of wings and rice

Oh isabella

I wish you here

When the moon is made of sand

And the sand is made of moon

And my beard

Is like a beer to the sun

And the black tambura sounds

Like a hole of sterling pounds

And my beard

Is like a beer to the sun

Let me take you to my sea

Where desire is soft and free

And there's rings of wings and rice

Oh isabella

I wish you here

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end

Where is my trouble end