Текст (слова) песни: mott the hoople - I`ll Wind Blowing
(Ian Hunter)
Across the naked desert That housed a million hurts But I heard a voice call unto me "Beware", is what it said You`re asking all the questions That is dangerous to do For you ain`t got any answers And your time is nearly through
There`s an ill wind blowing From the west unto the east And I see my world going From a beauty to a beast And the time is getting nearer to 1974 There`s an ill wind blowing And it`s blowing us, blowing us, Yes it`s blowing us off the shore
And the fortunes fading from my face And I feel a thousand fears How many know that illness grows It never disappears And I wonder when the Medicine Man Knows that they are sane They qualified in genocide And specialise in pain
There`s an ill wind blowing From the west unto the east And I see my world going From a beauty to a beast And the time is getting nearer to 1974 There`s an ill wind blowing And it`s blowing us, blowing us, Yes it`s blowing us off the shore
There`s an ill wind blowing From the west unto the east And if my redeemer lay there Then he`s fighting with a Priest And the time is getting nearer To the opening of the door There`s an ill wind blowing And it`s blowing us, blowing us, Yes it`s blowing us off the shore
(See you later)
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