Текст песни Ballad of a Prodigal Son (Lincoln Durham) с переводом

Father don’t you recognize your own kin?

It’s been a lifetime, or maybe two

My hair is longer, and my face drawn thin

From years of searchin' for the truth

Whoa-oa-oa-a-oa-oa-oa

In the valley of the bones

Whoa-oa-oa-a-oa-oa-oa

They’re gonna rise up and head on home

We all wander through this shattered old world

Gettin' more glass in our feet

Leavin' bloody tracks everywhere we turn

Like a morbid hide-and-go-seek

Two plus two ain’t always four

And sometimes black ends up white

And here’s a million shades of gray in between

When you manage to shed a little light

I’ve been in every patchwork revival tent from here to yon

So brothers don’t you recognize your own kin?

I have returned like a prodigal son

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