Текст песни Sparklehorse - London
Sparklehorse - London слова песни
(words by william blake [1757 - 1827])I wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered thames does flow,And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woeIn every cry of every man,In every infants cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear.How the chimney-sweepers cryEvery blackening church appalls,And the hapless soldiers sighRuns in blood down palace wallsBut most, through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlots curseBlasts the new-born infants tearAnd blights with plagues the marriage hearseI wander through each chartered street,Near where the chartered thames does flow,And mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe