Текст песни Marc Cohn - Olana
Marc Cohn - Olana слова песни
They say my final masterpieceWas this house upon the hillHigh above the great and mighty riverMy hand could not hold the brushesYes I guess I lost my willAnd you can`t keep painting paradise foreverOh foreverFrom the Andes to NiagaraTo where we stand todayI drew the great creations of my master`Til the oil and the canvasLord I threw them all awayAnd traded them for stone and brick and plasterI traded them all for you(Winter wind blows and the river lies frozen at my feet)I traded them all for you(Springtime come and the river wanna run above the street)She came to me one nightWhile I was tossing in my dreamsShe said she`d give my family protectionI recall the night I diedBeneath her arches and her beamsI thanked her for the shelter and directionI was lost until Olana(Sun beat down on a summertime town -- he left me there)I was lost until Olana(Watching these hills turning gold for one more year)Oh I`ve been from Jerusalem to RomeNow I`m floating through these rooms tonight aloneAnd looking back on everythingAll I ever wanted was a homeI was lost until OlanaHow sweet the soundHow sweet the soundThey say my final masterpieceWas this house upon the hillCHORUS