Текст песни Джем - Маленький лорд

Your math
My astrology
Without nerves and Graphics
All completed logic
Word halcyon
Minutes crazy
From gentle snow
Till fiery moon

Cry, Little Lord
This violin gives you your tears
Violin all possible, do not lie
Our life - a time trouble
And if poetry colored in your dreams
Only here once in the morning do not want to sleep

In the pocket of habitual
Almost caramel
It looks like a private
Still pointless
Give your mistakes
And they just be me -
In your logic circuit
My access scheme

Laugh, Little Lord
Corrosive in you all the hopes and fears
And fingers trembling, repeated: & quot; Let us have time! & Quot;
Our death - a time trouble
A drop of Chaos, the poison in the human ashes
Only here at midnight usually so eager to sing

In beating greedy eyes
What do I care? ...
Palm coolness
Wash with glass arms
And beating in your blood
Almost frozen
& quot; do not listen to me, do not you dare
Had impossible! .. & Quot;

Life, Little Lord
It is only then that gives us doubt
And let's our game, I'm with a victory sign
Sleep - only time trouble
And already in the hands of fire dancing inspiration
Come on, my little lord, over the horizon

Sleeping Little Lord
And my hope everything is transparent and thinner
Hope is that, if the world has taken a nap on your shoulder
Let it be pressed for time
But palms are not withstand more
Without fire, instead of a heart that beats to the midnight candle

Cry, Little Lord
Laugh, Little Lord
Life, Little Lord
Sleeping little lord.