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Текст (слова) песни: mott the hoople - Ill Wind Blowing
(ian hunter)
Across the naked desert
That housed a million hurts
But I heard a voice call unto me
"beware", is what it said
Youre asking all the questions
That is dangerous to do
For you aint got any answers
And your time is nearly through
Theres an ill wind blowing
From the west unto the east
And I see my world going
From a beauty to a beast
And the time is getting nearer to 1974
Theres an ill wind blowing
And its blowing us, blowing us,
Yes its blowing us off the shore
And the fortunes fading from my face
And I feel a thousand fears
How many know that illness grows
It never disappears
And I wonder when the medicine man
Knows that they are sane
They qualified in genocide
And specialise in pain
Theres an ill wind blowing
From the west unto the east
And I see my world going
From a beauty to a beast
And the time is getting nearer to 1974
Theres an ill wind blowing
And its blowing us, blowing us,
Yes its blowing us off the shore
Theres an ill wind blowing
From the west unto the east
And if my redeemer lay there
Then hes fighting with a priest
And the time is getting nearer
To the opening of the door
Theres an ill wind blowing
And its blowing us, blowing us,
Yes its blowing us off the shore
(see you later)
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