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Текст (слова) песни: Patti Smith - Somalia
By patti smith
I dont know why I feel this way today
The sky is blue the table is laid
The trees are heavy with yellow fruit
And in their shade children happily play
The pears have fallen to the ground
My child places one in my hand
The sun is warm upon my face
And I dream of a burning land
Mother of famine take this pear
Upon an arrow through the rings of time
This small fruit this golden prayer
May it pass from this hand to thine
If I were rain Id rain on somalia
If I were grain for somalia Id grow
If I were bread I would rise for somalia
If I were a river for somalia Id flow
All the mothers will dream of thee
All the mothers bless thy empty hand
All the mothers will grieve for thee
All the sorrow a mother can stand
If we were rain we would rain on somalia
If we were grain for somalia wed grow
If we were bread we would rise for somalia
If we were a river for somalia wed flow
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