Текст песни Folk Song (The Sundays) с переводом

Summer sky and a throat bone dry

And all the fields are all gold

Dusty lane with a song in my brain

And it stoned me to my soul

I climb higher move towards the fire

Blaze sun

Silver trees and a whispering breeze

Are my sight and my sound

The thought of heaven couldn’t drag me from the path

When i’m wandering here alone

I climb higher move towards the fire

So blaze sun

Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky

Plae fading sun

Перевод песни Folk Song