Jerome Pradon - 01 The City Wall (Crime of passion) | Текст песни

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• 01 The City Wall (Crime of passion)

Often have I walked
Along this filthy wall
Impaled with posted lies
This high, cold city wall
Whose soul is cinder-blocked
Whose heart is filled with gall
Reflected in the eyes
Of those who cringe and crawl
And nothing's ever changed
The narrow, cramped confines
Of my misbegotten life
Still waiting for a sign
I've spent my life estranged
My pleasures of a kind
Acquired at a price
From those who sell their time
And they who gave their love
Would never give their name
Requiring in return
That I should do the same
All my futile dreams
Have never come to pass
No danger, no extremes
No rainbow's end, no happiness
No hope, no success

Yet I know that somewhere far beyond the wall is a world
A world where children laugh and call
Where lovers stroll beneath the trees
And flowers beckon in the breeze
Far beyond the wall
The jewelled kites are flying high
And the deepest blue
Is waiting in a cloudless sky
The waves are dancing
The sun entrancing
Seagulls are crying
Sailboats are flying
Our fingers reaching
Shyly beseeching
Then hands entwining
Your eyes are shining
Such bitter sweetness
Inner completeness

I never have escaped
These sterile city streets
The summer sun has bled
Its life out on the concrete
There must be some mistake
These people lost at sea
Move blindly straight ahead
In search of some relief
I let myself be led
And trying not to fall
I join the living dead
And walk along the high cold city wall

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