Текст песни Sting - Prelude To The End Of The Game
Sting - Prelude To The End Of The Game слова песни
The fox has done runningAnd the beast is at bayWe`d run them in circlesBy the end of the dayThey chased him through bramblesThey chased him through the fieldsThey`d chased him for everBut the fox would not yieldAnd some saw her shadowOn the crest of a hillWhen the hounds were distractedAway from the killOne day we`ll reach a great oceanAt the end of a pale afternoonAnd we`ll lay down our heads just like we were sleepingAnd be towed by the drag of the moonWe ran through the forestWe ran through the streamsWe ran through the heather`Til we ran in our dreamsYou were my loverAnd I was your beauWe ran like the riverFor what else did we know?One day we`ll reach a great oceanAt the end of a pale afternoonThe dogs are all worn outAnd the horses are lameThe hunters and huntedAt the end of the gameOur love was a riverA wild mountain streamIn a tumbling furyOn the edge of a dreamThey chased us through bramblesThey chased us through fieldsThey`d chased us foreverBut the heart would not yieldWhen the fox had done runningAt the end of the dayI`m ready to answerI`m ready to payAnd this rivers still runningAnd time will come soonCarried to the great oceanBy the drag of the moon