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Текст песни "The Soft Soil" |
 Let the soil be your soft pillow
The grassy blankets keep you warm
Let the leafy branches cool you
And the blue skies keep you from all harm
Let the wind keep fresh your memory
Let it blow across the land
Let the rain refresh your spirit
Let the damp earth hold your hand
Memory is sometimes perfect
Sometimes clearer than the light
You can wade and wallow through it
In the hollows of the night
And I can see your white and tired face
Pale ghosts flitting through empty streets
There are Christs here of another faith
And no Christ will be beneath them
Now the evening sun is racing on
Lying flat on wintry fields
It carries on its restless winds
The sounds of fifty church bells peeling
And all the bells you've ever heard
Are ringing out for what you've done
Like all the dreams in all the world
You're shining reckless like the sun
And in the moment of your madness
In the center of that storm
You understood it takes the same time
For man to die as to be born
Someday, maybe
When it gets them down
They will understand your bodies
Have pulled them up
As they went down
And all the hope in all the world is weighing down on top of you
So come on
Show me what to do
I'll follow you
Down this road
And try to learn from you
This may not mean a lot to you
It means a lot to me
Your breath will still be breathing softly
In a nighttime filled with stars
Drifting like a dream in sleep
Softly beating in your heart
This may not mean a lot to you
It means a lot to me
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