aside the chains of life A world below for us, born to die Afraid inside, born to die, left aside Staring down into a world below As I cast aside the
Перевод: Корона. Всемирный Ниже.
is wirth all its' pretend Hollow shells - Left to die Seeking still the spark of life As I cast aside the chains of life A world below for us - Born to
he's waiting for somebody patient one who's calm and can converse while so much of this world rotates and rotates without being able to stop and here below
return of the buffalo and for a better day to come You can kill my body You can damn my soul for not believing in your god and some world down below
my crown The world so far below and all I really know Is that you don't look down I'm the king of kings, wearing broken wings I've lost my crown The
I loved a triple spiral My maiden mother crow I folded my devotion To an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window She said to look below Could I see
from an ancient past The crowns of thorns was worn, we put the Tritons down We found new forms of anchors deep inside the ground The world is an island
Something about love Something about this old Earth And the way it looks from up above Something about satellites Something about down below Something
big old gong (Lay me low) The motorcade will be ten miles long (Lay me low) The world'll join together for a farewell song (Lay me low) When they put me down below
When I arrived in my old set of clothes I was half a world away from my home And I was hunted by the wolves and I was heckled by the crows Darlin? do
something about love something about this old earth and the way it looks from up above something about satellites something about down below something
She labored so hard in this world below She didn't have things that most mothers know Raising her children on a widow's small pay Washing and ironing
I have anything to say about judgment day There'll be a crown in heaven for those who live this way Anyway, you know exactly who you are I see the world
Fast as you can count 'em, 12 in a row Blessed accommodations for the daily observations of a crow Well, I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is Crow
right hand war Crowned the east to gain the world Out of blood and glory and the sight of the sun Pagans I promise your world last eternally!
and fly over my troubles, fly over my worries) I'm learning to fly but I ain't got wings (Fly up high in the blue sky, lookin' down on the world below
