Текст песни Toni Childs - Tin Drum
Toni Childs - Tin Drum слова песни
Theres an old man talkinTo a young boy weepinTo an old man shaking his headTheres a cool gentle breezeIn the night full of lightAs the red glow wavers in the steadTheres a black man cryingAnd a white man dyinAnd a black mans head in the airThe shock of lifeFeeds the fightThe fight thats in my headHolding tight in the stillness of the nightIn the stillness of my thoughtsYet, I know Ive only startedBeating on a tin drum marching to a soundWhat is it I think? Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a causeWhen I dont know what it is I believeLonely peeping chickCalling to his motherRuns amuckIn a sunken black ditchAnd wilhams with the widowWhile marthas in the meadowAnd the lamb is a layin in sickAnd the boy in backIs talking some slackTo the king of auld lang syneAnd my heart goes outBut I cannot spout what I do not know insideHolding tight in the stillness of my mindIn the stillness of my thoughtYet, I know Ive only started