Pharaoh's Daughter - Gypsy | Текст песни

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• Pharaoh's Daughter
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Under the blue moon where the mountains are see through

Dance gypsy dance gypsy dance gypsy dance,
Nobody frees you and nobody pleases you,
Please won't you dance with me
Dance gypsy dance.

I'm just a painter who paints what he sees
As he leans on the bark of a whistling tree
You're lazy and shifting with towering dreams
And a heart made of gold you've washed out in these streams,
Your face is the wind,
With the clouds hanging over,
Your eyes that have filled up with space
Your senses are scattered like five fingers floating
In search for the palm of your hand that I'm holding

Nowhere's your homeland, your everyone's guest
With the grace that just lasts you a week
Which is all that I have with my oil lamp and canvas
Before I'm forever and ever asleep

I'm just a painter who paints what he sees
With my oil lamp and canvas and slow disease
You'll be twenty angels in flight in the breeze
As you circle my body that fades through these leaves....