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Текст песни "Resurrection Fern" |
In our days
We will live
Like our ghosts will live
Pitching glass at the cornfield crows
And folding clothes
Like stubborn boys across the road
We'll keep everything
Grandma's gun and the black bear claw
That took her dog
When sister always says, "Amen"
We won't hear anything
And ten car trains
We take that word
That fledgling bird
And the fallen house
Across the way
It'll keep everything
The babies' breath, our bravery wasted and our shame
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Both our tender bellies wound in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
In our days
We will say
What our ghosts will say
We gave the world
What it saw fit
And what we get
Like stubborn boys
With big green eyes
We'll see everything
And the tender shade
Of the autumn leaves
And the buzzards wing
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fire
Our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
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