Dry the River - Zaytoun | Текст песни

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I witnessed the youth washing off us,
and pool round our feet like a lake.
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If you lower yourself into darkness,
No point tying the rope round your waist.
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I heard about your father,
the olive in the arbor, and the stone inside your heart just the same.
The statue wept milk in the garden,
hoping something might grow there again.
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I feel all these forces,
Like riderless horses, now free from the cart.
We bandage our feet again,
skip over peace again,
hurry apart.

Now the bulrushes twist into baskets,
Like our histories and futures entwined, oh-whoa.
The Obadiah low on the branches ,
are turning the water to wine, oh-whoa.

It's hard enough to be here,
Such a distance from the sea,
30,000 years I've survived.
And all of those kings I've anointed,
Still shook like a leaf at my sight.
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I feel all these forces,
like riderless horses now free from the cart.
We bandage our feet again,
skip over peace again,
hurry apart.

We've tasted the fruit I guess,
snakes in the roof I guess,
whisper the parse.
See how the lightning tree,
fought in a sign of peace,
burns in the dark.

It burns in the dark.