Текст песни Blumenfeld Hugh - Talking Island
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She is the sugar of the islandsShe is the coffee in the hillsShe is the harvest of the vineyardShe is the river where it spillsInto the canyonShe is the ocean where it swellsShe is the flashing on the waterShe is the roaring in the shellsThat says I know youThough I am ancient deaf and blindI am a simple act of kindnessIn a world that is unkindAnd unforgivingLike the storm that grinds the stonesAnd at night among the shadowsConducts the bleaching of the bonesAnd sucks the morrowAnd leaves them staring from the groundAnd the feeling the feeling that you`re hollowIs just the trumpet before it soundsO you Islands....Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music