Текст (слова) песни: Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Well Of Misery
Along crags and sunless cracks I go Up rib of rock, donw spine of stone I dare not slumber where the night winds whistle Lest her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle O the same God that abandon`d her Has in turn abandon`d me And softenin` the turf with my tears I dug a Well of Misery And, in that Well of Misery Hangs a bucket fulla Sorrow It swings slow an` achin` like a bell Its toll is dead and hollow Down that well lies the long-lost dress of my lil floatin girl That muffles a tear that you let fall All down that Well of Misery Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya dare and hoist that bucket, hither Lord, crank`n`hoist`n`hoist`n`crank Till ya muscles waste`n`wither O the same God that abandon`d her Has in turn abandon`d me Deep in the Desert of Despair I wait at the Well of Misery
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