There Was No Rainbow
Bezebel, Bezebel
He has two sons
Bezebel, Bezebel
He has two sons
There was no raimbow
In the sky
There was no raimbow
In the sky
Jane has no respect for him
She mocks his broke misery
He has no life, who cries for him?
His two sweet sons are memories
He has no wife, who cries for him?
His two good sons are memories
Bezebel, Bezebel
I have two sons
Bezebel, Bezebel
I have your sons
The pitiful judge is with me
You are not so strong to bring them up
Jane has no respect for me
She mocks my deep misery
I'm a discarded jack goodbye
But Sunday morning is goin' to arrive
It's so hard to grow old this way
But you got youth and lots of days
But you can grow
You're so far from the end
Writer/s: Mirko Zenari
