Life is very long when you're lonely

Farewell to this lands cheerless marshes
Hemmed in like a boar between arches
Her very Lowness with her head in a sling
I'm truely sorry – but it sounds like a wonderful thing

Dear Charles, don't you ever crave
To appear in the front of the Daily Mail
Dressed in your Mother's bridal veil?

The queen is dead, The Smiths, 1986. La traduzione chiedetela a ebi