Королевы Каменного Века - Свисающее Дерево
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Не хотел-бы нашего пути домой?
Я сам истеку
Вокруг дерева
Качаясь в морозе
В лучах летнего солнца
Мы - как один
Качаемся
Видишь-ли под моим пальцем?
Вот ты где
Вокруг дерева
Качаясь в морозе
В лучах летнего солнца
Мы - как один
Качаемся
***
Would you like our way home?
I bleed my own.
Round the hanging tree, swaying in the breeze
In the summer sun as we two are one.
Swaying.
Can you see under my thumb?
There you are.
Round the hanging tree, swaying in the breeze
In the summer sun as we two are one.
Swaying.
Я сам истеку
Вокруг дерева
Качаясь в морозе
В лучах летнего солнца
Мы - как один
Качаемся
Видишь-ли под моим пальцем?
Вот ты где
Вокруг дерева
Качаясь в морозе
В лучах летнего солнца
Мы - как один
Качаемся
***
Would you like our way home?
I bleed my own.
Round the hanging tree, swaying in the breeze
In the summer sun as we two are one.
Swaying.
Can you see under my thumb?
There you are.
Round the hanging tree, swaying in the breeze
In the summer sun as we two are one.
Swaying.
Would not want our way home?
I myself will expire
Around the tree
Swaying in the cold
In the rays of the summer sun
We are like one
Singing
Do you see under my finger?
Where are you
Around the tree
Swaying in the cold
In the rays of the summer sun
We are like one
Singing
***
WOULD You Like OUR WAY HOME?
I Bleed My Own.
Round the Hanging Tree, Swaying in the Breeze
In the Summer Sun as We Two Are One.
Swaying.
Can you see under my thumb?
There you are.
Round the Hanging Tree, Swaying in the Breeze
In the Summer Sun as We Two Are One.
Swaying.
I myself will expire
Around the tree
Swaying in the cold
In the rays of the summer sun
We are like one
Singing
Do you see under my finger?
Where are you
Around the tree
Swaying in the cold
In the rays of the summer sun
We are like one
Singing
***
WOULD You Like OUR WAY HOME?
I Bleed My Own.
Round the Hanging Tree, Swaying in the Breeze
In the Summer Sun as We Two Are One.
Swaying.
Can you see under my thumb?
There you are.
Round the Hanging Tree, Swaying in the Breeze
In the Summer Sun as We Two Are One.
Swaying.