Текст песни The Divine Comedy - Indian Rain
The Divine Comedy - Indian Rain слова песни
I feel as if I have been buried aliveFor the best part of five hundred yearsMy body encased in a mountain of wasteUntil one day my face reappears**** bends with the years that it spendsIn positions tormenting my soulBut now they are free to emancipate meFrom the celibacy of the soulSo turn in your graveHold back the incoming rain **** wind in my face like the linen and laceAre surrounding **** like ****Fresh air in my lungs **** sharing his songs**** through the grassNew blood in my veins like Red Indian rainStripping us of all shame we possessWith tears in my eyes (and with anguish) I cry:"I was free all the time, I confess!"