Текст песни 45 (Brian Webb) с переводом

In the dead of night, In my life of silence

I was holding your hand in this kind of defiance

In this kind of protest…

of never having seen your face

When words and forgiveness fell down like light

While I was trying to finish a song I was not ready to write

And now I’m figuring out

Just how hard you’ve got to work for grace…

if at all

Alright… I’m getting over this notion that we’re better off broken

And I swore it sounded right

So I just played it forever like a kind of broken record… on a 45

This kid Joey, he was gonna let his hair dread up

He lasted 3 whole months, but then he got fed up

He thought, «Man that was hard»,

And he gave all of his money to the poor

And Mother Maria, she’s out in the field

Dressing soldiers' wounds that are never gonna heal

And I swear my love,

This is the work we have bargained for…

But you want more

ChorusI know it often looks so easy, but Lord, it gets hardYou tried to get

close someone, and then you fell apartBut every moment, this is our chance to

beginIf you come for the lonely, and if you come for the blindIf you come for

their heart, I will offer you mineWith a mouth that rarely saysExactly what it

is thinkingBut I will sing it againChorus

Well Joey left home at the ripe old ageof 24 and a half, making minimum wageAnd

he is doing his bestnot remembering when… And this woman of God,

who is so careful with menWith a wipe of theirs brows, and a slip of her

handsI bite off my tongue, I think this is as close as we have ever been…

And maybe it is a sin…

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