I´I see him in the morning dressed up in black , holding on a cigarrette, smoke floats all around him. As he come across rises his hat. Never takes a look at me but I know he says: good morning! Comes into the bar, plays his guitar. Sings songs of long time ago of old loves and sorrows. Underneath his hat looks at us all. We can´t help meeting his brow as he put his hat down. You should come and see him... Mr. Hat. He will never give you a smile but I know that he´s a good boy . We´re so far to know what´s in his head. So I´m waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat. See him in the evening, dressed up in black, holding on a cigarrette, smoke floats all around him. As he crosses the night counting the stars throw his hat away from him, I think he could be happy. You should come and see him... Mr. Hat. He will never give you a smile but I know that he´s a good boy. We´re so far to know what´s in his head. So I´m waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat. You should come and see him... Mr. Hat. He will never give you a smile but I know that he´s a good boy. We´re so far to know what´s in his head. So I´m waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com