All rejoices are, we're when in her hands It's all rejoice we are in her hands Owl eyes, her sun will rise and light the land All rejoice we are in her
All rejoice we are in her hands When in here hands all rejoice Owl eyes her sun will rise and light the land All rejoice we are in her hands
Превод: Devendra Banhart. Радост В ръцете.
This is the land That grows around me And these are the hands That come in handy Well we've known we've known We've had a choice We chose rejoice
: It's a sight to behold When you've got some old words to mold And you can make 'em your own Still love it would be much better Love it would be
: The daughter of a man Was a mammal She wore the mark of fire And of flame Though they're both the same Born onto the age of the golden Oh that golden
: One, two, three, four Will is my friend Will sings like John Goin' back to California Will is the west Coast with me Will is a past Is a plenty Will
her hallway Coming out her door and Have you seen it? Have you? I've seen that too And so have you Now man holds hands hand neck shaped cobweb White
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: Your head's a seesaw It sees and then saw Now get some extra fingers growing Yeah get some extra fingers growing In, in, in Your eyes are ramble Light
: Todos los Dolores ya se van Y el grafitti dice Peter Pan Y el zoologico de arcoiris Arcoira, arcoira En La manana pienso en mi primo Y todo lo espanol
: Fall, oh catch since once burned your bread but when the night comes Light of match will catch lay low leva? sing so long Widow spreads like cornfields
: The body breaks And the body is fine I'm open to yours And i'm open to mine The body aches And that ache takes it time But you'll get over yours And
: And I know I was born, I was born When I slipped out of my mother's womb And I know it was warm, it was warm 'Cause I slipped out on a hot afternoon
always late Yeah, i'm always late Yeah, i'm always late Ah ah ah ah... And your black tulips of time And your black tulips of time And your hands rejoice
re silver and they're gold Well they're silver and cold And I'm longing for the land And I'm longing for their land For nature's forgiving hand And