Текст (слова) песни: Van Morrison - Let The Slave

(Incorporating The Price Of Experience. Text: William Blake)
Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field
Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bnght air
Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary Years
Rose and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the oppressor`s scourge
They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream
Singing: The sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night

For empire is no more and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease
For everything that lives is holy
For everything that lives is holy
For everything that lives is holy
For everything that lixes is holy

What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the wither`d field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer`s sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven`s cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill`d with wine and with the marrow of lambs

It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter
house moan;
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our
enemies` house;
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field
And the sickness that cuts off his children

While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door
And our children bring fruits and flowers

Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten
And the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison

And the soldier in the field
When the shatter`d bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Van Morrison - Let The Slave (Incorporating The Price Of Experience. Text: William Blake) Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bnght air Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary Years Rose and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open; And let his wife and children return from the oppressor`s scourge They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream Singing: The sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night For empire is no more and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease For everything that lives is holy For everything that lives is holy For everything that lives is holy For everything that lixes is holy What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy And in the wither`d field where the farmer plows for bread in vain It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer`s sun And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer To listen to the hungry raven`s cry in wintry season When the red blood is fill`d with wine and with the marrow of lambs It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan; To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies` house; To rejoice in the blight that covers his field And the sickness that cuts off his children While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door And our children bring fruits and flowers Then the groan and the dolor are quite forgotten And the slave grinding at the mill And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison And the soldier in the field When the shatter`d bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity: Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Let The Slave: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/121/1/1281.html Все тексты песен: Van Morrison » Van Morrison - Quality Street » Van Morrison - The Story of Them » Van Morrison - Street Choir » Van Morrison - Bad Or Good » Van Morrison - The Last Laugh » Van Morrison - I Can`t Stop Loving You » Van Morrison - I Shall Sing » Van Morrison - Blue Money » Van Morrison - Till We Get The Healing Done » Van Morrison - (get Your Kicks On) Route 66 » Van Morrison - Drivin Wheel » Van Morrison - Jump And Thump » Van Morrison - Full Force Gale » Van Morrison - (Get Your Kicks On) Route 66 » Van Morrison - Flamingoes Fly » Van Morrison - It Hurts To Want It So Bad » Van Morrison - Youth Of 1,000 Summers » Van Morrison - Rolling Hills » Van Morrison - The New Symphony Sid » Van Morrison - One Irish Rover Рекомендуем скачать: » Кирилл Ривель - В подпитии я вышел из кружала... » Король и Шут - Король и шут Спятил отец » Константин Еремин - На выставке » Константин Еремин - Зимний ветер » Каркас - Извергатель слизистого гноя » Корни - Куда глаза глядят » Крематорий - 2001 год » Ксения Полтева - Сколь подлунный мир собой не прекрасен... » Константин Никольский - Голос » Колибри - Провал » Кирилл Ривель - Декларировать что-то, какие-то мысли вслух... » Каркас - Раздирающее брюшное испускание » Кино, Виктор Цой - На кухне » Круг Михаил - Тишина » Крестовый туз - Цыганка » Кирилл Ривель - Над листом, снимая дневную маску... » Кино, Виктор Цой - Здесь непонятно, где лицо » Клавдия Шульженко - Синий платочек » Константин Никольский - Хороший парень » Король и Шут - Воспоминания о мертвой женщине
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