Текст песни David Bowie - The Supermen
David Bowie - 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 beings chained to lifeStrange games they would play thenNo death for the perfect menLife rolls into one for 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 slumbersNightmare dreams no mortal mind could holdA man would tear his brother`s flesh, a chance to dieTo turn to mold.Far out in the red-skyFar out from the sad eyesStrange, mad celebrationSo softly a supergod cries Far out in the red-skyFar out from the sad eyesStrange, mad celebrationSo softly a supergod dies