Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Od Slatrom Ekil, artist - The Ark.
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Song language: English
Od Slatrom Ekil |
Cry, O, Does You´re done with |
fortune |
Mean deeds did steal Your need |
to be free |
Dry and close your wandering |
fountains |
and be with me as I slip trough |
Your dreams |
Think about the Young boy |
He´s so eager to be loved, to |
understand |
getting his hair cut like a boy |
watching the sun set on his own |
Think about the young girl |
she´s so eager to be loved and |
understood |
Think about the young boy, |
He´s becoming a man |
Cry, O, Doves You´re done with |
fortune |
New dreams did free Your need |
to be real |
Try, O, Moles in Your sunly |
torture |
to dream of me as You creep |
trough the trees |
Think about the Young boy |
He´s so eager to be loved, to |
understand |
getting his hair cut like a boy |
watching the sun set on his own |
Think about the young girl |
she´s so eager to be loved and |
understood |
Think about the young boy, |
He´s becoming a man |
Broken is the wind |
Broken is his fellow |
his name is Angro-Diti |
and his voice is very mellow |
and he sings |
«So twice five miles of fertile |
ground |
with walls and towers were |
girdled `round |
and there were gardens |
bright with sinous rills |
were blossomed many an |
incense-bearing tree» |
He sings of wuthering wilderness |
and how it once was tamed |
He sings of God´s boredom |
in the days of no names |
Cry, O, Doves You´re done with |
fortune |
New dreams did free Your need |
to be real |
Try, O, Moles in Your sunly |
torture |
to dream of me as You creep |
through the trees |
Think about the Young boy |
He´s so eager to be loved, to |
understand |
getting his hair cut like a boy |
watching the sun set on his own |
Think about the young girl |
she´s so eager to be loved and |
understood |
Think about the Young boy |
He´s so eager to be loved, to |
understand |
getting his hair cut like a boy |
watching the sun set on his own |
Oh, when worlds collide |
it´s like thunder in the head |
and fire in the mind |
So, think about the young boy |
He´s becoming a man. |