Текст песни Never Dim Aka Faithless Hands (The Waiting) с переводом

I think I smell the sunset

Think I feel the close of day

Clean shaven correspondents

Are all crowded at the gate

Smell the oil from their torches

Their voices growing more irate

Sheperd’s staves are crooked

Leading every crooked way

All the sheep lock their doors

Yeah, they’re pulling down their shades

The faithful looking in their mirrors

The faithful growing old and gray

But I look at you

Your eyes are clear and bright

I see your face

It’s an amazing sight

Your glory Lord

Is still a burning light

The light that all our faithless hands

Could never dim

Think I smell the sunset

Think I smell the death of day

People laughing at a funeral

People dancing at a wake

All the seasons blend together

This bird’s losing feathers everyday

But I look at you

Your eyes are clear and bright

I see your face

It’s an amazing sight

Your glory Lord

Is still a burning light

The light that all our faithless hands

Could never dim

And everybody’s tired and scared

And begging unbelief

But you have yet to break a sweat

You’re not afraid

You’re not afraid

I think I smell the sunset

Think I feel the close of day

Sheperd’s staves are crooked

Leading every crooked way

People laughing at a funeral

People dancing at a wake

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