Текст песни Loreena McKennitt - Marrakesh Night Market
Loreena McKennitt - Marrakesh Night Market слова песни
They`re gathered in circlesthe lamps light their facesThe crescent moon rocks in the skyThe poets of drummingkeep heartbeats suspendedThe smoke swirls up and then it diesWould you like my mask?would you like my mirror?cries the man in the shadowing hoodYou can look at yourselfyou can look at each otheror you can look at the face of your godThe stories are wovenand fortunes are toldThe truth is measured by the weight of your goldThe magic lies scatteredon rugs on the groundFaith is conjured in the night market`s soundWould you like my mask?would you like my mirror?cries the man in the shadowing hoodYou can look at yourselfyou can look at each otheror you can look at the face of your godThe lessons are writtenon parchments of paperThey`re carried by horse from the river Nilesays the shadowy voiceIn the firelight, the cobrais casting the flame a winsome smileWould you like my mask?would you like my mirror?cries the man in the shadowing hoodYou can look at yourselfyou can look at each otheror you can look at the face of your god