Текст песни Current 93 - IiSteven And I In The Field Of Stars
Current 93 - IiSteven And I In The Field Of Stars слова песни
Circles within circlesWe ride through them allCircles within circles"In the midst of the Southern regions..."There a man rests and weepsThis year, next year,Sometimes,Never, oh neverIf we think then that there isNo joyBut listen:On the edge of windsIs the rustling of the greensAll many greens, manifold and lovelyThe sighing and crying of the windThe lovely boughsThe lovely lightThe lovely lightThe lovely stars, jewelly noblesThe pitted starheads of a burning fireBurn far brighter burn brighter --Starry glory golden flamey and lambent --Than any other fires we knowThe moony wetmouthed cradle of bluenightThe plumed bird, lovely voicedThe streaked cat, rooted hairshineHead of furlightPurr of bright soundLovely and noble, jewelly lordsSo sparkling, glimmering spitting lightsLittle houses of fireIn little towns of fireOpen and shut their fiery sandsheet eyes