Текст песни Patti Smith Group - Easter
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Easter Sunday, we were walking. Easter Sunday, we were talking. Isabel, my little one, take my hand. Time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. And my heart, Isabella. And my head, Isabella. Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee. Oh, the path leads to the sun. Brother, sister, time has come. Isabella, all is glowing. Isabella, all is knowing. Isabella, we are dying. Isabella, we are rising. I am the spring, the holy ground, The endless seed of mystery, The thorn, the veil, the face of grace, The brazen image, the thief of sleep, The ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace. I am the sword, the wound, the stain. Scorned transfigured child of Cain. I rend, I end, I return. Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh. I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star, The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ Dying and drying as I rise tonight. Isabella, we are rising. Isabella, we are rising . . . В первый день Пасхи мы шли и разговаривали. В первый день Пасхи мы шли и разговаривали... Изабель, моя крошка, возьми меня за руку. Время пришло. Изабелла, все пылает. Изабелла, все пылает. И мое сердце, Изабелла, И моя голова, Изабелла... Фредерик и Витали, Спаситель обитает в вас. О, эта тропа ведет к солнцу... Братья, сестры - время пришло. Изабелла, все пылает. Изабелла, все уже известно. Изабелла, мы умираем. Изабелла, мы поднимаемся... Я - весна, священное основание, Вечное семя тайны, Терн, покрывало, лик изящества, Бесстыдный образ, похититель сна, Посланник мечты, принц покоя. Я - меч, я - рана, я - пятно, Осмеянное всеми преображенное дитя Каина, Я открываюсь, я прекращаю свое существование, я возвращаюсь... И снова: я - соль, горькая усмешка, Газ в матке вечерней звезды, сотканной из света, Взгляд, ведущий к пролитым слезам Христа, Умирающий, высыхающий... и восстану этой ночью. Изабелла, мы восстаем из мертвых... Изабелла, мы восстаем из мертвых... Смотрите также:
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Easter Sunday, we were walking.
Easter Sunday, we were talking.
Isabel, my little one, take my hand.
Time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
And my heart, Isabella.
And my head, Isabella.
Frederick and Vitalie, savior dwells inside of thee.
Oh, the path leads to the sun.
Brother, sister, time has come.
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is knowing.
Isabella, we are dying.
Isabella, we are rising.
I am the spring, the holy ground,
The endless seed of mystery,
The thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
The brazen image, the thief of sleep,
The ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
The ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
Dying and drying as I rise tonight.
Isabella, we are rising.
Isabella, we are rising. . .
On the first day of Easter we walked and talked.
On the first day of Easter we walked and talked ...
Isabel , my baby , take my hand .
The time has come .
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is glowing.
And my heart , Isabella,
And my head , Isabella ...
Frederick and Vitali Savior dwells in you.
Oh, this path leads to the sun ...
Siblings - the time has come .
Isabella, all is glowing.
Isabella, all is already known.
Isabella, we are dying .
Isabella, we rise ...
I - Spring , sacred grounds ,
Eternal seed secrets
Turn, cover , the face of grace
Shameless image Stole sleep
Messenger dreams , Prince of peace.
I - sword, I - a wound that I - spot
Derided all transfigured child of Cain ,
I open , I cease to exist, I'm going back ...
And again, I - salt, bitter smile ,
Gas in the womb of the evening star , woven of light
View, leading to spilled tears of Christ ,
Dying , drying ... and rise up tonight.
Isabella, we rose from the dead ...
Isabella, we rose from the dead ...
