Текст песни Uncle Clive (Kevin Kerby) с переводом

Awake and sing, all ye that dwell in dust

And help us see our hanging tree is full of, lunacy and lust

Our fingers black from all the books we’ve burned

Still we’re surprised that we disguise, our hatred as concern

Uncle Clive would tell you not to keep it simple

And faith is just an educated guess

While you’re keeping busy cleaning out the temple

I’m happy out here in this wilderness

We keep a book of all the ones we’ve lost

We use our fist like an abacus, to calculate the cost

But a soul is not some charm upon a chain

And it’s incorrect to say that we collect, the rust caused by the rain

Uncle Clive would tell you not to keep it simple

And faith is just an educated guess

While you’re keeping busy cleaning out the temple

I’m happy out here in this wilderness

I’m happy out here in this wilderness

I’m happy out here in this wilderness

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