- Жанр
- Психоделический рок
- Лицензия
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- Студия
- студия творческого центра Бочко А.
- Текст
- Lullaby
Intro: Whenever a good child dies an angel of God comes down from heaven, takes the child in his arms, spreads his great white wings and flies with him over all places which the child had loved during his life. Then he gathers a large handful of flowers which he carries up to the Almighty that they may bloom more brightly in heaven…
(H.C. Andersen, “the Angel”)*
Step on the softest carpet of grass
You’re moving gently through the fog
In the brightest moonlight
And listen to the voice of waterfalls
And rivers float
Oh, baby, don’t you recognize
It’s your real home
Don’t wake in the night
Till you sleep I will fight
Fight away all your fears
You’re safe ‘cause I am here
I’ll whisper in the dark
Hush, my dear, grab my arm
Leave behind all your fears
And lead me through your dreams
You’re creeping about on your tiptoe
To see what’s hidden here
Turn round, come back, my dear
Leave viper’s poison for me
Leave on Earth these bunches of flowers
Turn round and run back home
Throw away the bunches of flowers
And run back, run back, run back, run
You’re creeping about on your tiptoe
Toseewhat’shere…