Текст песни The Queen's Approach (The Decemberists) с переводом

I’m

Made of bones of the branches

The boughs and the brow-beating light

While my feet are the trunks

And my head is the canopy high

And my fingers extend

To the leaves

And the eaves

And the (bright?)

Might I shine?

It’s my shine (child?)

He

Was a baby abandoned

Entombed in a cradle of claim (clay?)

And I was a soul

Who took pity

And stole him away

And gave him the form of

A fawn to inhabit

By day

Bright Eyes, stay

It’s my day

And you

Have removed this temptation

That’s troubled my innocent child

To abduct and abuse and to render, (bereft?) and defiled

But the river is deep

To the banks and the water is wild,

I will fly you

To the far side

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