Текст песни Sting - Nothing like the sun
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There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand
But the sword that cut him open
Was the sword in his mother's hand
Every day another miracle
Only death will tear us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart
Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself
at the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound would give him courage and pain
The kind of pain that you can't hide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart
Birds on the roof of my mother's house
I've no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother's house
Will sit on my roof someday
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield against the rain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the Lazarus heart
Сегодня он взглянул под свою рубашку
И увидел в своей плоти рану, открытую и глубокую.
Из раны рос прекрасный цветок,
Откуда-то из самой глубины.
Он развернулся и встретился взглядом со своей матерью,
Чтобы показать ей ту рану в своей груди, что горела, как клеймо,
Но увидел, что меч, которым его ранили,
Был мечом в руках его матери.
Каждый день - это еще одно чудо.
И только смерть сможет разлучить нас.
И чтобы сохранить жизнь для тебя,
Я буду кровью из сердца Лазаря,
Я буду кровью из сердца Лазаря.
Он понял, что меч для его защиты,
А эта рана будет давать ему силы,
Силы открыть себя заново
В самые темные часы его жизни.
Она сказала, что рана даст ему мужество и бон1?2??1?D1?2??1?%0?2? %uD1?2?к8Bе т?1?0?2?хранить жизнь для тебя,
Я буду кровью из с?1?%1ь, спрятать которую нельзя.
Из раны рос прекрасный цветок,
Откуда-то из самой глубины....
Каждый день - это еще одно чудо.
И только смерть сможет разлучить нас.
И чтобы сохранить жизнь для тебя,
Я буду кровью из сердца Лазаря,
Я буду кровью из сердца Лазаря.
На крыше дома моей матери поселились птицы,
И у меня нет камней, чтобы их прогнать.
Птицы* на крыше дома моей матери,
Когда-нибудь они прилетят и ко мне.
Они залетят в окна, они залетят в двери,
Откуда она черпает силы, чтобы до сих пор им сопротивляться.
Она созовет всех своих детей, чтобы защититься от дождя,
И поднимет свои глаза к небу, словно цветок, тянущийся к воде.
Каждый день - это еще одно чудо.
И только смерть сможет разлучить нас.
И чтобы сохранить жизнь для тебя,
Я буду кровью из сердца Ла%D He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her breast
But the sword that cut him open
His mother's hand
Every day another miracle
Only death will tear us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself
at the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound
You can't hide it
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Birds on the roof of my mother's house
I've no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mother's house
Will sit on my roof someday
They fly at the window
Where does she get
She counts all her children
Lifts her eyes to the sky
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Today he looked under his shirt
And he saw in his flesh a wound, open and deep.
A beautiful flower grew from a wound,
From somewhere in the depths.
He turned and met his mother’s gaze,
To show her the wound in her chest that burned like a stigma,
But I saw that the sword that wounded him,
Was a sword in the hands of his mother.
Every day is another miracle.
And only death can separate us.
And to save a life for you,
I will be blood from the heart of Lazarus,
I will be blood from the heart of Lazarus.
He realized that a sword to protect him,
And this wound will give him strength
Forces to rediscover yourself
In the darkest hours of his life.
She said that the wound would give him courage and bon 1? 2 ?? 1? D1? 2 ?? 1?% 0? 2? % uD1? 2? k8Be t? 1? 0? 2? save life for you,
I will be blood from c? 1?% 1b, which can not be hidden.
A beautiful flower grew from a wound,
From somewhere in the depths ....
Every day is another miracle.
And only death can separate us.
And to save a life for you,
I will be blood from the heart of Lazarus,
I will be blood from the heart of Lazarus.
Birds settled on the roof of my mother's house
And I do not have stones to drive them away.
Birds * on the roof of my mother's house,
Someday they will fly to me.
They fly into the windows, they fly into the doors,
Where does she get the strength to still resist them?
She will summon all her children to protect herself from the rain,
And raise his eyes to the sky, like a flower reaching for water.
Every day is another miracle.
And only death can separate us.
And to save a life for you,
I will be blood from the heart of la% d
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