Текст песни Wayward Son (Zachary Cale) с переводом

Wayward son, where are you heading?

Your fire burns, soon it will be setting

Wounded like a plane with one wing

Darling, to kiss your affliction on the sea

You spun a wheel and laid it all on a wager

Then your fist, are you walking papers?

Now smile, please, upon your lips

And I’ll lay something that you can’t resist

You’re on your own, without a moment’s rest

While your heart pounds against your chest

In the twilight you wait to hear the whispering of the waves

Washed up like a castaway

Washed up like a castaway

Dismal day, tumbles like a clown

Just in time to peel yourself from the ground

Like a snake, you can slip from your skin

Oh, to blow from town to town like a gipsy or a whim

Golden boy, where is your Midas touch?

For everything around you has turned to dust

Now you’re live in fear of the hand

Would you come and turn it all on your palaces?

You’re on your own, without a moment’s rest

While your heart pounds against your chest

In the twilight you wait to hear the whispering of the waves

Washed up like a castaway

Washed up like a castaway

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