Cold city, runs hot with pain Knives slash your jugular vein Cut and Run There is no escape from the gun Tongues lie a noose around your neck "grass stains
Domes of crystal, spires of light reach out Symbols of attainment once aspired A quest for knowledge fuelled by love of peace People never burned by fired
A circle of stones to capture the Sun-God We call him to earth to banish the cold The blood of our children will safeguard the harvest We willingly give
I got no money--I got no faith I got no interest in the human race,-- But I don't mind I got no credit--I got no sense I got no advocate for my defence
Rising up the crystal dome of life before the final war Breaks the waves of sea and air to save us from a deadly fall Coming up from far below Ocean floors
The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn. A tug on a heartstring by soft, unknown, fingers. Leading me on, But there's only
Truth is the ultimate reason Lying is why this begins Run from the words of deceivers The danger is spread from within Watching the hour glass empty Scream
Wake-up, Switch-on, Tune-in to another day, Stereo sound with double vision, Daylight makes its first incision, Warmed-up Clocked-in, On your feet and
Contemplating hopes and dreams of a new age All we leave behind is tainted by tears Our tomorrows lie ahead there in the stars Reaching for the stars
One more angry moment roars like thunder down the phone, A blast of hard emotion leaves me sitting here alone, What must I do--to get through to you?
Hot coals, Hard nails, Walk to water, Grab the tiger's tail, Don't stop, Don't think, Dance your way around disaster's brink. Dance through the fire...
Packing up Ready to leave Heading out It's been a good night Now we're going home. Heading out Into the dark Moving fast Lights cut a path Through the
Cold night, New York, Air hangs like death, Last train to Brooklyn Pulls in out of breath King of the blade Holds court in the aisle, His young face beams
I need the warmth of your touch I've tried to let you know, I'm locked in here alone, --Does what I'm feeling show? I hear the music of your speech, Distant
God is on top of it all And that's all it is Athena, Athena Athena, Athena
Stand up and undress show me your treasure the forest i will set ablaze and all that i adore sheltered in caress buried in pleasure wrap your leaves
(Bowie) God is on top of it all That's all We are we are we are
Превод: Дейвид Бауи. Атина Палада.
