Текст песни Bowie David - The Supermen
Bowie David - The Supermen слова песни
When all the world was very youngAnd mountain magic heavy hungThe supermen would walk in fileGuardians of a loveless isleAnd gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless livesCould heave nor sighIn solemn, perverse serenity,wondrous chained to life.Strange games they would play thenNo death for the perfect menLife rolls into one of themSo softly a supergod criesWhere all were minds in uni-thoughtPower weird by mystics taughtNo pain, no joy, no power too greatColossal strength to grasp a fateWhere sad-eyed mermen tossed in slumberNightmare dreams no mortal mind could holdMan would tear his brothers flesh,a chance to die,To turn to mold.Far out in the red-skyFar out from the sad eyesStrange,mad celebrationSo softly a supergod cries(second time dies)