Текст песни Adrian Belew - Young Lions
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Hot tribal nightunderneath florescent skiesbonfires rage strangewild waving shouting Picasso facesIn the guise of a lionessthe wind kisses her burning dressyou can fell her animal eyesyou can hear them cry,"Be the jewel around my neck,never a tear on my burning dress"Lying, paralyzed,a brave prey who lays dyingand is surrounded by angry spiritshunters, guns, drums, and elephantsWhy is this night quiet?filled with trees filled with eyesas she prowls around my feetshe throws back her head dress and cries,"Now you will be mine,be my young lion"Why is this night quiet?why the trees filled with eyes?as she prowls around my feetshe throws back her head dress and cries,"Be my young lion"