Traduzione: Blue Barron. Cruising Down The River.
Call the boy He's down the hallow Cull the tide Distill the rye Now it's time for medication Stallions on the eiderdown The stained horizon Ablaze
Steel that sleeps with the morningstar Would that I could sin once more Blades will sing over stone and field That their song might grace our fall
The steel that sleeps the eye Needs nor tax nor toll The kings with men might lie Swollen and halo'd Her sweetest skin burns Now I've buried all the
Jake leg! Steal this wine away Flay me Underneath the brine Running away Through the sick and the pure "Mind your feet!" lest they firmament tread
All of your fears are well founded and true All my hands are callous and cruel All of my arrows that riddle you through Are bullets that fire me back
Only an angel can feed On ashes and ovaries Blame the pegans and saints They are one War, wisdom and rhyme The peach and the rattlesnake We are grave
I took my black teeth down to the sea Brother of mine I washed myself in your steely gaze We read your name o'er jaguar hide Brother of mine You saw
Curse with me Profane and discreet Make her move Cross veins and chamomile Soft and sweet Seasalt silver-meat Buried deep In crowskin overcoat Save
Come and dance, come I was all alone, going for a ride Travelling solo, off my guard I had to follow this calling from the wild Into the shadows Into
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Silence Stretching out between us I dream of a presence With essence And absence of doubt Come closer Come and stay with me now Help me reconcile Come
I was given wine We?re feeling okay And quite all right You wash my tears away And make me wanna stay And bonfires lit up the shores (Wa fa fa-wey)
As we?re nearer to the end; Here we are again Seems like we?re always working At this time of year We have come a long way, my friend How many hours
Yesterday my troubles seemed so far away And now there?s nothing left to do but watch the choices slip away And all the voices ricochet ? our conversation
I tend to be Stuck in minor key Then pale monotony Holds me down But luckily You are so dear to me In your charity I go home I?m so sorry This melancholy
Come around to this fine town Where freedom makes the world go round And where dreams are found And carried out Even in the afternoon You can go there
History is just beginning It?s like leaves creating a canopy And, woven in the tapestry, my testimony A ceremony of souls, a symphony of sounds of sounds
