The Travelling Tragition — текст песни (Marc Bolan and T. Rex)





Shadow cloak swift as a swallow,
Pantaloon down in the hollow,
Dancing, his voice like a cloud
In the death of my night.

Awful eyes, black Persian beggar,
Harlequinesque, hair plaited heather,
Stepping so lightly,
A sprite in the house of my sight.

0 m`dear, travelling Tragition,
It`s sky clear, you`re a gift from the fair folk.



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