Текст песни Joni Mitchell - DON`T INTERRUPT THE SORROW
Joni Mitchell - DON`T INTERRUPT THE SORROW слова песни
Don`t interrupt the sorrowDarn rightIn flames our prophet witchesBe politeA room full of glassesHe says "Your notches liberation doll"And he chains me with that serpentTo that Ethiopian wallAnima risingQueen of QueensWash my guilt of EdenWash and balance meAnima risingUprising in me tonightShe`s a vengeful little goddessWith an ancient crown to fightTruth goes up in vaporsThe steeples leanWinds of change patriarchsSnug in your bible belt dreamsGod goes up the chimneyLike childhood Santa ClausThe good slaves love the good bookA rebel loves a causeI`m leaving on the 1:15You`re darn rightSince I was seventeenI`ve had no one over meHe says "Anima rising-So what-Petrified wood processTall timber down to rock!"Don`t interrupt the sorrowDarn rightHe says "We walked on the moonYou be polite."Don`t let up the sorrowDeath and birth and death and birth and death and birthHe says "Bring that bottle kindlyAnd I`ll pad your purse-I`ve got a head full of quandaryAnd a mighty, mighty, thirst."Seventeen glassesRhine wineMilk of the MadonnaClandestineHe don`t let up the sorrowHe lies and he cheatsIt takes a heart like Mary`s these daysWhen your man gets weak