Gandhi
Gandhi  Исполнитель: Patti Smith (Патти Смит) Альбом: Trampin' |
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Код для LiveJournal.com Код для Liveinternet.ru Код для Обсуждалки | I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing A sacred garden And the blossoms fell And they dropped like candy And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi When he was a boy He was afraid of the dark His mother would fast And pray at his feet And the lamp burned as he slept Slept as he dreamed He was dreaming of his sisters Dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin Dancing in a ring He was afraid of the dark And the lamp burned And his mother fasted And prayed as he slept Dreaming of blossoms They were burning his throat He had eaten flowers Fell burning Flowers fell burning From the young girls' hair He was whispering Into his god's ear Let the children be so Let the children be so And the lamplight flickered flickered And his mother withered like Job And he lay there dreaming And the blossoms fell And Tilak's trumpet Proceeded to call And the blossoms fell And they dropped like candy And the people cried Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing The sacred garden And the blossoms fell Well, they dropped like candy And nature cried Gandhi Gandhi Hey little man Awake from your slumber Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers He was frail and shy And the cast of his mind Was mercurial Was mercurial As the sacred verbs Scrawled In the dust On the floor On the floor Long live revolution And the spinning wheel And a handful of salt And a handful of salt The untouchables Dropped like candy They called to him Gandhi Gandhi The children of god With hands full of candy They called to him Gandhi Gandhi Feel our woes Man of the giving Rejoin the living Rejoin the living Awake from the net Where you've been sleeping And their climbing climbing The flowing hair And the golden flowers Of the young girls Well they dropped all around They dropped like candy And people cried Gandhi Gandhi Awake little man Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers One Two Three Four hundred Thousand million people People People People people Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution And the spinning wheel Awake awake Is the mighty appeal Oh, people awake Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing The sacred garden And the blossoms fell Dropped like candy And nature called Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi Gandhi Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Written by Patti Smith, Lenny Kaye, Oliver Ray, Tony Shanahan and Jay Dee Daugherty Текст добавил keltishe |
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