Sting - Sacred Love
текст песни

Take off those working clothes
Put on these high heeled shoes
Don't want no preacher on the TV baby
Don't want to hear the news

Shut out the world behind us
Put on your long black dress
No one's ever gonna find us here
Just leave your hair in a mess
I've been searching long enough
I begged the moon and the stars above
For sacred love

I've been up, I've been down
I've been lonesome, in this godless town
You're my religion, you're my church
You're the holy grail at the end of my search
Have I been down on my knees for long enough?
I've been searching the planet to find
Sacred love

The spirit moves on the water
She takes the shape of this heavenly daughter
She's rising up like a river in flood
The word got made into flesh and blood
The sky grew dark, and the earth she shook
Just like a prophecy in the Holy Book
Thou shalt not covet, thou shalt not steal
Thou shalt not doubt that this love is real
So I got down on my knees and I prayed to the skies
When I looked up could I trust my eyes?
All the saints and angels and the stars up above
They all bowed down to the flower of creation
Every man every woman
Every race every nation
It all comes down to this
Sacred love

Don't need no doctor, don't need no pills
I got a cure for the country's ills
Here she comes like a river in flood
The word got made into flesh and blood
Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not kill
But if you don't love her your best friend will

All the saints up in heaven and the stars up above
It all comes down, it all comes down
It all comes down to love,

Take off your working clothes
Put on your long black dress
And your high heeled shoes
Just leave your hair in a mess

I've been thinking 'bout religion
I've been thinking 'bout the things that we believe
I've been thinking 'bout the Bible
I've been thinking 'bout Adam and Eve
I've been thinking 'bout the garden
I've been thinking 'bout the tree of knowledge, and the tree of life
I've been thinking 'bout forbidden fruit
I've been thinking 'bout a man and his wife

I been thinking 'bout, thinking 'bout
Sacred love, sacred love

Сними эту рабочую одежду,
Надень те туфли на высоких каблуках...
Не хочу слушать проповедников на ТВ, детка,
Не хочу знать новостей...

Оставь мир позади нас,
Надень свое длинное черное платье.
Здесь нас никто никогда не найдет...
Не укладывай волосы...
Я искал достаточно долго,
Я молил Луну и звезды в небе
О священной любви...

Я поднимался и падал,
Я был одинок в этом безбожном городе.
Ты — моя религия, ты — моя церковь.
Ты — Священный Грааль, что я искал.
Достаточно ли долго я простоял на коленях?
Я по всей планете искал
Священную любовь...

Дух движется по воде,
Она обретает черты божественной дочери.
Она поднимается, как речное половодье.
Слово врезалось в плоть и кровь.
Небеса мрачнеют, она сотрясает землю,
Точно пророчество в Священном Писании:
"Не желай, не укради".