Slapp Happy - Slow Moon's Rose | Текст песни

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Now that the slow moon's rose
on a silver trellis grows,
where arctic rivers froze
now that the ocean is frozen in motion.
Snow morning comes
and the birds on the wing
have nothing left to sing,
blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice.
Besides that river where I picked the slow moon's rose -
I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose.
Tell-tale snails leave their trails,
running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun.

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