Текст песни Suzanne Vega - Pilgrimage
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This line is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery step is a day in the weekIts a sunday or mondayA march over months of the yearThis life is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery death is an end in the raceIts a stopping and startingA march over millions of yearsTravel. arrivalYears of an inch and a stepToward a sourceIm coming to youIll be there in timeThis land is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery line is a place on a mapIts a city or valleyA mark on these miles of fieldsTravel. arrivalYears of an inch and a stepToward a sourceIm coming to youIll be there in timeThis line is burningTurning to ash as it hits the airEvery step is a day in the weekIts a wednesday or thursdayA march over months of the yearTravel. arrivalYears of an inch and a stepToward a sourceIm coming to youIll be there in timeIm coming to youIll be there in timeTake thisMute mouthBroken tongue.Now thisDark lifeIs shot through with light