Перевод: Осень камень. Полезная нагрузка.
murmuring and rumbling 'round Walk along, talk along, autumn afternoon And the leaves torn off the trees are tumbling down Walk along, talk along, autumn
the stone city, crying, my lonely soul ... Crying that does not back you, you have deceived her, so badly Somewhere in the stone city, crying, my lonely
cheek Her lips were like the wilted leaves Upon the autumn covered hills Resting on the frozen ground The seeds of love lie cold and still Beneath a battered marking stone
starve All but to see the stone be life Now roan, no more tears Set to work his strength So transformed him Realizing a form out of stone His work so
love is gone The cold is setting in-it will remain here for so long For so long.... Into the stone the past is writ Summers of love fade into autumns
time that you Came, Came, Came Every time that you came The leaves fall gently and like autumn she
jump start my one eyed Ford I'm heading for the pow-wow I follow red path that leads to you (chorus) I gave my love a golden feather I gave my love a heart of stone
some papers, yeah 'Bout to inhale like I'm finnin' to see Satan, what? 'Bout to exhale like I'm finnin' to see my savior So get the leaves and trees like it's autumn
[Violent J:] On the perfect night the graveyard is lit by a full moon Autumn leaves and stone often treated with an old boom Here and there the night
you'll always have a place Baby boy, I'm here to stay 'cause I am your woman You're more than you think More than a diamond ring with a stone in pink
disappear a day or so I have no idea where you go Then out of the blue you cross my mind It's me and you just like old times Walkin' in the autumn breeze
was his name Peter? September sun rotted flat bush porch I would have run then had I known the cost Autumnal rays turned your eyes to stone Did it give
of autumn There's no tomorrow The past forgotten Well who writes the poem then hides it Who lights the fuse then smothers it Again, again Two ghosts in a graveyard Two stones
day was passed The ghost did rise and speak Why sittest thou all on my grave And will no let me sleep? Go fetch me water from the desert And blood from out the stone
are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair Why do I sit the autumnal judge
wore black on the seventh day And sat stone-faced while the building burned I waited for you on the running boards Near the cypress tree While the springtime turned, slowly into autumn
