I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So to America, the brave
Wise men save
[Chorus:]
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
[Chorus]
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men’s child
[Chorus]
У меня есть две сильные руки,
Благословения Вавилона,
И время, чтобы продолжать,
И испробовать грехи и ложные тревоги.
В Америку Отважную,
Мудрецами хранимую.
[Припев:]
Подле дерева у реки
Есть в земле нора,
Там где старик из Арана
Ходит вокруг да около.
И его мысли освещают путь под покровом ночи.
Ибо странная мода –
Как ошибочна, так и верна,
Но он никогда не будет сражаться за тебя.
У меня есть планы для нас,
Ночи в судомойной,
И дни взамен меня.
Я знаю только о чём побеседовать,
Обо всём, кроме света.
Мудрецы сражаются за тебя.
Это не я, ты видишь кусочки возлюбленного,
И только песня моя, чтобы спастись от пылающей истории,
Времена бензина и золота.
Мудрецы созерцают.
[Припев]
У меня есть время убивать,
Коварные взгляды в коридорах,
Без плана твоего.
Чёрный дрозд поёт на холме синей птицы.
Благодарю за зов
Детища безумных мудрецов.
[Припев]
I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on
And try for sins and false alarms
So to America, the brave
Wise men save
[Chorus:]
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never, never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine to keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
[Chorus]
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child
[Chorus]
I have two strong hands ,
Blessings of Babylon ,
And the time to continue
And try sins and false alarms .
In America, Plucky ,
Sages stored .
[Chorus:]
Tree beside the river
There in the ground burrow
Where an old man of Aran
Beat around the bush .
And his thoughts light the way under cover of night .
For a strange fashion -
How wrong and correct,
But he never will fight for you.
I have plans for us
Nights in the scullery ,
And days instead of me.
I only know what to talk ,
Everything except the light .
Sages are fighting for you.
It's not me you see pieces of the beloved ,
And only my song to be saved from the blazing history
Seasons of gasoline and gold.
Sages contemplate .
[Chorus]
I have time to kill,
Insidious looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours.
Blackbird sings on bluebird hill .
Thank you for your call
Brainchild crazy sages.
[Chorus]
