The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back And laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were thrown,
And watered by the tears of those
Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules. The fate of all man kind I see Is in the hands of fools.
תודה על המילים,
זה בעצם שיר דיי עצוב,,,,
מאד עוצמתי,, ואהוב עליי מאד,,,,,
ומאד מאד אוהבת עוד שיר מהתקליט הזה :I Talk To The Wind
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams, Will no one lay the laurel wreath When silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph. As I crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back And laugh. But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying, Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate, The seeds of time were thrown,
And watered by the tears of those
Who know and who are known; Knowledge is a deadly friend If no one sets the rules. The fate of all man kind I see Is in the hands of fools.
תגובות (2)
נא להתחבר כדי להגיב
התחברות או הרשמה
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תודה על המילים,
זה בעצם שיר דיי עצוב,,,,
מאד עוצמתי,, ואהוב עליי מאד,,,,,
ומאד מאד אוהבת עוד שיר מהתקליט הזה :I Talk To The Wind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9ghKS5UxmM
אהבתי מאד בזמנו,,רוק קלאסי,רך,, ויש לזה מקום נכבד בליבי,,,,,
אהבתי שאוהבת,
הוספתי את מילים,
מילים הן עולם ..
King Crimson Epitaph
The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams.
Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.
Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were thrown,
And watered by the tears of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules.
The fate of all man kind I see
Is in the hands of fools.