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- Новый такой вираж... Боб Дилан форева.
- Текст
- Sleepsong
Your land lays far away in the chasm of your mind
So close to the world of ghosts and spirits
There's no birth no death and no human life to find
There's no good no bad no God no limits
Don't set yourself upset in the su-u-unset
Just be the woman which they let you be--e-ee-e
Make your business but remember me
And face your little dreams with a bit of humor
Your land lays in the valley in the middle of your pillow-case
You can do nothing but you always think you're busy
You can catch nothing, but you must forever chase
Don't be afraid, in your land it is easy
Don't set yourself upset in the sunset
Just be the woman which they let you be
Make your business but remember me
And face your little dreams with a bit of humor
You tell you're a stranger
But you cannot leave your cage
Over and over. The deeper - the stranger.
If you're a stranger
I am a sage.
Don't lie yourself, nobody's able to change it.
Your land lays in the darkness in the middle of your lonely night
It's nothing but a tool to feel you're living
Night after night the same. I want you to change your sight,
But I don't want you to interrupt your sleeping.
Don't set yourself upset in the sunset
Just be the woman which they let you be
Make your business but remember me
And face your little dreams with a bit of humor