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Перевод: Melechesh. Шепот С башни.
, The forst-shrouded trees whisper of silent paths, Brooding shades rise forth from the night-dark sea, A black tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate
of man The Tower my sole guide This is who I am Escapist, paradise seeker Farewell now time to fly Out of sight, out of time, away from all lies A nightingale
could call you from the depths of your disgrace, And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly
Prevail: i'm Prevail Wonder from the Neural Bombing Agency We control the watch tower now, Power of assembly in crowds, hypnosis The only closest pattern
the good shepherd grieves Desperate men, desperate women divided Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves Fortune calls. I stepped forth from the
you thats what the public told me. Nothing more that giving peace a chance, peace like your arms to hold me. Build you a caste with the tower to high that women came from
I hear your voice Way down inside A whispering sea Of towering trees But no reply A silence so rare And more than I can stand Sweeps like a flood Through
wait So we shop the streets, so indiscreet Our eyes sedate So we pick up with empty cup And march along As nostalgia plays from the tower waves
bit bitter For a boy of no means With no shoes on his feet And a knife in his jeans Along the loom of the land The mission bells peeled From the tower
Rings of grass crowns of flowers they're gone gone gone gone Furs that I woven of whispering hours gone gone gone gone She's gone away where the rings
we run to when this world is plundered? Your conscience a whisper drowned out when your avarice cries-- And humanity dies. . . Without hot winds or tower
only a whisper Only a whisper Only a whisper, yeah, only a whisper Only a whisper, only a whisper Only a whisper, only a whisper Only a whisper, only
explain and he authorised me to send for my ebony eyes My ebony eyes was coming to me from out of the skies on Flight 1203 In a hour or two would I whisper
O fading town upon an island hill, Old shadows linger in thine ancient gate, Thy robe is grey, thine old heart now is still; Thy towers silent in the
bars. A fly skips from an eyebrow to an elbow, across a scar. And stars are laughing as the wind bites - doesn't leave a mark... because the Tower stands
