Artist: The Ark Album: The Ark (1996) Title: Od Slatrom Ekil
Lyrics Od Slatrom EkilCry, O moles, you're done with fortune Mean deeds did steal your need to be free Dry and close your wandering fountains And be with me as I slip through your dreams
Think about the young boy He's so eager to be loved, to understand Getting his hair cut like a boy Watching the sunset on his own
Think about the young girl She's so eager to be loved and understand Think about the young boy, He's becoming a man...
Cry, O doves, you're done with fortune New dreams did steal your need to be free Try, O moles, in your sun-lit torture To dream of me as you creep through the trees
Think about the young boy He's so eager to be loved, to understand Getting his hair cut like a boy Watching the sunset on his own
Think about the young girl She's so eager to be loved, to understand Think about the young boy, He's becoming a man...
Cry...doves
Broken is the wind Broken is his fellow His name is Angro-Diti And his voice is very mellow
/And he sings/ "So twice five miles of fertile ground with walls and towers were girdled 'round and there were gardens bright with sinous rills where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree"
He sings of wuthering wilderness And how it once got tamed He sings of God's boredom In the days of no names
Cry, O doves you're done with fortune Mean deeds did free your need to be real Try, O moles, in your sun-lit torture To dream of me as you creep through the trees
Think about the young boy He's so eager to be loved, to understand Getting his hair cut like a boy Watching the sunset on his own
Think about the young girl She's so eager to be loved, to understand Think about the young boy, He's so eager to be loved and understand Getting his hair cut like a boy Watching the sunset on his own
Oh, when worlds collide It's like thunder in the head And fire in the mind So, think about the young boy He's becoming a man... |