Текст песни The Fatima Mansions - Greyhair
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Greyhair fool, shoes undoneThe fields aheadLeaves black as coalLandmark-free, no walls, no treesto greet him on this night of his returnCHORUS:So who will love this lie on legswho can`t change skin and is not yet dead?The universal foreignerThe homeless greyhair sonScrambles blind up muddy slopethen silent shakes before rusty gates--CHORUSThere`s a house, its roof caved inA rusty wreck of carA lightning-blasted treeand a man who says, "So here you are--the boy who broke the plough,who struck his father down,who told us to be damnedand betrayed us to the Englishman!""Who will love this lie on legs?On paving-stones I`ve made my bedNot a living soul now speaks my namebut here at least I have my shameI thought to come and taste once morewhat the priestly fables all ignore:the un-eternal consequence," says the greyhair sonGreyhair fool, shoes undoneHilltop at dawnNow hews his ploughWind blows onThe soil is poisonHe sets to work, he and his ploughFinal union--He and his plough