Текст песни Nina Simone - Poppies
Nina Simone - Poppies слова песни
A child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer dayAnd then he stopped his playAnd kneeled in a field of poppies.A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer dayAnd then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies.Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moonTake a deep breath if you are reaching for truthWhile you`re in the stuporThe door knocks and death takes another youth.Poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...A boy I used to know, a boy I used to know who`s laughter rang to the skiesWas a joy to beholdThen I looked into his eyes, a look so cold, a boy who (rose on (???sorry))In a field of poppiesPoppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...,red poppies...., red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies...,