Ill Wind Blowing — текст песни (mott the hoople)

(ian hunter)



Across the naked desert

That housed a million hurts

But I heard a voice call unto me

"beware", is what it said

Youre asking all the questions

That is dangerous to do

For you aint got any answers

And your time is nearly through



Theres an ill wind blowing

From the west unto the east

And I see my world going

From a beauty to a beast

And the time is getting nearer to 1974

Theres an ill wind blowing

And its blowing us, blowing us,

Yes its blowing us off the shore



And the fortunes fading from my face

And I feel a thousand fears

How many know that illness grows

It never disappears

And I wonder when the medicine man

Knows that they are sane

They qualified in genocide

And specialise in pain



Theres an ill wind blowing

From the west unto the east

And I see my world going

From a beauty to a beast

And the time is getting nearer to 1974

Theres an ill wind blowing

And its blowing us, blowing us,

Yes its blowing us off the shore



Theres an ill wind blowing

From the west unto the east

And if my redeemer lay there

Then hes fighting with a priest

And the time is getting nearer

To the opening of the door

Theres an ill wind blowing

And its blowing us, blowing us,

Yes its blowing us off the shore



(see you later)