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  • Текст песни Current 93 - Hooves

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    Horses are riding into her arms
    She lost her own way years ago
    Her sister calls her from the far side of night
    And she falls with that call
    The only way out:
    She tells me "I love you"
    But it's only a game
    So she slides from the silence
    She's fixing a time
    To move back into darkness;
    Again with a smile

    "Don't touch me - I'm falling"
    She laughs in the night
    "Don't catch me - I'll return
    When the wheel comes around
    You see we're all born to suffer
    We're all born to fall
    In the fading world
    That calls us to Zero"

    She touches my body;
    I crouch up to die
    Down the ramblers we're walking;
    In Reykjavik, talking
    She's reading a book
    Finished years ago
    She's tearing up paper - she's tearing up life
    But she only starts thinking
    When her blood is brown

    Gold is the colour she promised to wear
    But Christ's blood turns black
    His body she bears
    But she dipped him in water, and she blackened the faith.
    It's hard to believe them when they spit in your face
    And I don't want to touch you;
    I don't want to lie
    In the brownredgold slumber
    That you've taken to ride

    I remember I was thinking only of you
    And I built you a playground,
    It was built up with crosses.
    But you wanted a valley
    Where horse could run free
    We knew it was over when you stammered out lies

    It's hard to keep riding when the world is on fire
    It's hard to keep riding when your eyes fill with blood
    It's hard to keep riding when your grip has grown slack
    It's hard to keep riding when your network is sliding

    We were listening to lions at Flantern with James
    We were riding the trams to kneel at his wake
    Though Christ is impaled through the Cross with His hands
    You'd make your own gospel centred on hooves

    Christ I was thinking of Your bended arm:
    It is blue on the outside; it is blue on the inside
    You said as you buckled, as if you would die:
    There's no point in living... there's no point in life
    There's spit on the bridle: there's blood in the saddle
    And you slip in the shit - you shat in yourself
    And Christus is Equus - and Equus is floored
    You follow in footsteps made by a flower
    Then I wanted to touch you -
    But you're destined to fall

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