Louis was my dearest friend Fighting in the ANZAC trench Louis ran forth from the line I never saw him again Later in the dark I thought I heard Louis
Before the earth was round There was no end to things No one tried to measure what they knew Everything was warm And everyone would love And every contradiction
Miss Antoinette, she went out with a song Selling booze and silver shoes and singing right along Shotgun and a limousine while the baby dolls march on
As long as you have your feet above ground The sky as your crown, the coat tails made of breeze You come with me, come with me You la la la la, you la
You'll dry your tears, you're Mary Magdalene You're all your fears, yo, they must pass Yo, don?t you mind do what they?re telling you You gotta take that
Have you been touched By the spirit of the land? From a far away call Into the palm of your hand It's inside every woman And it's inside every man It
Flowers drink upon the ground In the story of nature Queer as folk they think there's gold In those rugged streams But it's been dry for years And
Eternally the grim fog sets, to rouse from a slumber of centuries, screams of malediction emanate when diabolical procreation overshadows the meek. Crumbling
Перевод: Кристоферс, Бен. Цветы напитков на земле.
Перевод: Аварийный выход. Земля, полная цветов.
: Before the earth was round There was no end to things No one tried to measure what they knew Everything was warm And everyone would love And every
Flowers drink upon the ground In the story of nature Queer as folk they think there's gold In those rugged streams But it's been dry for years
Prescritti ai malati Evaporo in presenza di fiori Fiori che non hanno peccati Ma calmati rilasciano piano L'essenza di fiori. Vapori riscaldano E al
Blue is the color of love When your lover has gone from you Your heart is filled with longing to have new What came once from others When you open
(Eric Bogle) Well how do you do Private William McBride Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside? I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
Eternally the grim fog sets, to rouse from a slumber of centuries, screams of malediction emanate when diabolical procreation overshadows the meek.
