Текст песни Thunderstone - The Riddle
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I got two strong arms Blessings of Babylon With time to carry on And try for sins and false alarms So to America, the brave Wise men save [Chorus:] Near a tree by a river There's a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There's a wrong and a right But he'll never, never fight over you I got plans for us Nights in the scullery And days instead of me I only know what to discuss Of for anything but light Wise men fighting over you It's not me you see pieces of valentine With just a song of mine to keep from burning history Seasons of gasoline and gold Wise men fold [Chorus] I got time to kill Sly looks in corridors Without a plan of yours A blackbird sings on bluebird hill Thanks to the calling of the wild Wise men’s child [Chorus] У меня есть две сильные руки, Благословения Вавилона, И время, чтобы продолжать, И испробовать грехи и ложные тревоги. В Америку Отважную, Мудрецами хранимую. [Припев:] Подле дерева у реки Есть в земле нора, Там где старик из Арана Ходит вокруг да около. И его мысли освещают путь под покровом ночи. Ибо странная мода – Как ошибочна, так и верна, Но он никогда не будет сражаться за тебя. У меня есть планы для нас, Ночи в судомойной, И дни взамен меня. Я знаю только о чём побеседовать, Обо всём, кроме света. Мудрецы сражаются за тебя. Это не я, ты видишь кусочки возлюбленного, И только песня моя, чтобы спастись от пылающей истории, Времена бензина и золота. Мудрецы созерцают. [Припев] У меня есть время убивать, Коварные взгляды в коридорах, Без плана твоего. Чёрный дрозд поёт на холме синей птицы. Благодарю за зов Детища безумных мудрецов. [Припев] |
I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So to America, the brave
Wise men save
[Chorus:]
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
[Chorus]
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child
[Chorus]
I have two strong hands ,
Blessings of Babylon ,
And the time to continue
And try sins and false alarms .
In America, Plucky ,
Sages stored .
[Chorus:]
Tree beside the river
There in the ground burrow
Where an old man of Aran
Beat around the bush .
And his thoughts light the way under cover of night .
For a strange fashion -
How wrong and correct,
But he never will fight for you.
I have plans for us
Nights in the scullery ,
And days instead of me.
I only know what to talk ,
Everything except the light .
Sages are fighting for you.
It's not me you see pieces of the beloved ,
And only my song to be saved from the blazing history
Seasons of gasoline and gold.
Sages contemplate .
[Chorus]
I have time to kill,
Insidious looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours.
Blackbird sings on bluebird hill .
Thank you for your call
Brainchild crazy sages.
[Chorus]