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I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place she’s lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to

She’s gotten to mysterious devotions
She’s gotten to the zodiac and zen
She’s gotten into tarot cards and potions
She’s laying her religion on her friends
On her friends, on her friends

Friends who come to ask her for their future
Friends who come to find they can’t be friends
Because of signs and seasons that don’t suit her
She’ll prophesy your death, she won’t say when
Won’t say when, won’t say when

When all the black cards come you cannot barter
No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win
She’ll shake her head and treat you like a martyr
It is her blackest spell she puts you in
Puts you in, puts you in

In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you
Inside your own self-pity there you swim
In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you
And only with your laughter can you win
Can you win, can you win

You win the lasting laurels with your laughter
It reaches like an arm before you sink
To win the solitary truth you’re after
You dare not ask the priestess how to think
How to think, how to think

I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles
I think of rain, I think of roses blue
I think of rose, my heart begins to tremble
To see the place she’s lately gotten to
Gotten to, gotten to

What of this place – so unique
What of this being – wants to sense of pride
So shall we breed – across the lands
Where are our gods we so simply perceive

What of this place – so blackened through
Fear it not me, even not me
We re of a time we see...

From soul to soul
From mind to mind
This is what i call
a real reggae sound

Drown into the riddims
Dive into the music
Discover how deep
is a reggae sound...

There s no time for us
There s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams
Yet slips away from us
Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
No one
There s no chance for us...

Była jak niezerwany kwiat
boska twarz codziennie rozkwitała
każdy kto ją ujrzał chociaż raz
gotów był zdobyć dla niej cały świat

Tylko czas nie uległ nigdy jej
piękna twarz zaczęła być wspomnieniem
dzisiaj nikt już nie pamięta jej
skończył się nieśmiertelny sen

Ref:
Wszystko mija - kończy się
tak ten...

Don t grip, you re choking
What life was, trying to
Lift up the rage from a season of play
I don t blame my messes on you
Don t beat this down dead
Sink to a level that is low, low
Why not, what else is
Low, Low
Why...