Текст песни David Sylvian - The Ink in The Well
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The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and valesNostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongestPicasso is painting the ships in the harbourThe wind and sailsThese are years with a genius for livingThe rope is cut, the rabbit is loose(fire at will in this open season)The blood of a poet, the ink in the well(its all written down in this age of reason)The animals run through harvested fields of fireThe bitterness shown on the face of the homelessPicasso is painting the flames from the housesThe sudden rainThese are years with a genius for livingThe rope has been cut, the rabbit is loose(fire at will in this open season)The blood of a poet, the ink in the well(its all written down in this age of reason)Fire at will