Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Звук


Інтерфейс


Рівень складності


Акцент



мова інтерфейсу

uk

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
1
зареєструватись / увійти
Lyrkit

донат

5$

Lyrkit

донат

10$

Lyrkit

донат

20$

Lyrkit

Та/Або підтримай мене в соц. мережах:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Mary Black

Golden Thread

 

Golden Thread

(альбом: The Holy Ground - 1993)


I looked into a mirror made of lines
With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine
A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find
The different parts, the fire, the air
And where my life would climb
And where it joins another, and what would always bind

It's a golden thread to hold you all of my days
Hold my head against you, now and for always
Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time
Makes you my life, makes you my life

The moving finger writes and goes away
I'm weighed upon a balance here
And I'm told that I can stay
The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says I'm not alone
My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home
And here it joins another, by what will always bind

An when you looked your angel flew away
And what it meant was your protection's gone another day
And what has come to change you
And have you come what may
Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as April haze
And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay

готово

Ти додав собі всі незнайомі слова із цієї пісні?