June — текст песни (The Church)





June arrives, rumoured days
Days of willing it to be
In the nest futures hatch
It`s such a lovely thing to see

Oh my God
Like an angel wound
What fortune
Like a child in a field
So it goes, so it yields

June is here
Then it`s not
In the background constantly

From the west
Lights go out
It`s such a lonely thing to see

Oh my Lord
Talk of devil`s food
What fortune

Lock the fruit
In a seed
So it grows
So it needs

Oh my soul
Soul like her cocoon
Long gone June

Her dark sides
Her bed feels
As she knows, as she feels



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