Текст песни: Spanish Gold, 2044 + перевод

«Oh, we are nothing

But what our words leave behind

Are worth the raiment of the sun»

Sighed Palinurus, humming 'Bird on a Wire'

Eyeing the cloth of the sun

«thus we are nothing but what our words leave behind.»

Thus, collect your poetries and incantations

And a bullet for the ride

I haven’t read them

I will not read them for they dwell too much on signs

Thus, the desert deserts thee

I left this bullwhip by the nightstand

Juilliard was a thousand miles ago

Where you gonna run when the clouds break?

And the sun peeks his eye

With attitude awry

And you’re set upon and lost

Feeling that the pain of ages rocks

Feeling that the pain of ages rocks (rocks!)

Feeling that the pain of ages rocks

Hex signifiers, iambic petrifiers

And Roman shit that we have left behind

I’m gonna plumb the white pages

Rocking the pain of ages

Looking at your graceless depictions of light

Though, when there’s nothing left to read

There shall be nothing left to write

That’s when I get on board and drop

I left this bullwhip by the nightstand

And Juilliard, you were a thousand miles ago

When you said it drops

Or you’re feeling that the pain of ages rocks

Feeling that the pain of ages rocks (rocks!)

Feeling that the pain of ages rocks

Oh, all they own they see

All they own they see

Oh, the rain’s got to fall

Oh, the rain’s got to fall

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