"The Riddle" (Das Rätsel) ist ein passender Name für dieses Lied. Der Text ergibt (für mich) absolut keinen Sinn. 😅
Nichtsdestotrotz: Ich bin mit diesem Lied aufgewachsen und mag es deshalb sehr.
The Riddle
03.01.2024 04:19
The Riddle
03.01.2024 04:19
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Garfield17 03.01.2024 19:48
Wie du bist mit dem Lied aufgewachsen @CookieJulez😳🤔 ? So alt bist doch noch gar nicht oder hast bei der Altersangabe gemogelt😜😈😂 Ich kannte den Song schon in jungen Jahren🙈😉
Garfield17 04.01.2024 10:23
Ich hab jetzt nicht auf den Interpreten geschaut, sondern nur auf den Song😅
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men save
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child