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The cats are in the flower bed A red hawk rides the sky I guess I should be happy Just to be alive But we have poisoned everything And oblivious to it
Hana, Hana Hana steps out of a storm Into a stranger's warm, but hard-up kitchen She sees what must be done She takes off her coat and rolls up her sleeves
your little light shine Shine, shine, shine Let your little light shine Shine on good humor Shine on good will Shine on lousy leadership Licensed to kill Shine
So they paved paradise Put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique And a swinging night spot Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what
Holy war, genocide, suicide Hate and cruelty How can this be holy? If I had a heart I'd cry These ancient tales The good go to heaven And the wicked
Sparkle on the ocean Eagle at the top of a tree Those crazy crows always making a commotion This land is home to me I was talking to my neighbor He said
Strong and wrong You win only because That's the way it's always been Men love war That's what history's for A mass murder mystery History His story
Tour bus came yesterday The driver's a mess today It's a dump of a destiny But it's got a view Now the kid in the see through blouse Is moving in hard
If you can keep your head While all about you People are losing theirs And blaming you If you can trust yourself When everybody doubts you And make allowance
Пераклад: Мітчэл, Джоні. Shine.
: [Instrumental] I stepped outside of my little house and stood barefoot on a rock. The pacific ocean rolled towards me. Across the bay, a family of
: Holy war Genocide Suicide Hate and cruelty... How can this be holy? If I had a heart I'd cry. These ancient tales... The good go to heaven And the
: Hana steps out of a storm Into a stranger's warm, but Hard-up kitchen. She sees what must be done So she takes off her coat Rolls up her sleeves And
: If you can keep your head While all about you People are losing theirs and blaming you If you can trust yourself When everybody doubts you And make
: The tour bus came yesterday The driver's a mess today It's a dump of a destiny But it's got a view... Now the kid in the see-through blouse Is moving
: Strong and wrong you win-- Only because That's the way its always been. Men love war! That's what history' s for. History... A mass--murder mystery
: So they paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel A boutique And a swinging night spot. Don't it always seem to go That you don't know
