Текст песни: Foreign Fields (Pnau )

[2x:]
My high-flying, high-flying bird
My high-flying bird Has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm
[2x:]
My high-flying, high-flying bird
Sober in the morning light
Things look so much different
To how they looked last night
As whispers circulate all day
Their back-stage baby princess passed away
The white walls of your dressing-room Are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone Like a young man
In the foreign field of death
[2x:]
My high-flying bird Has flown from out my arms
I thought myself her keeper
She thought I meant her harm
She thought I was the archer
A weather-man of words
But I could never shoot down
My high-flying bird
[4x:]
My high-flying, high-flying bird
The white walls of your dressing-room Are stained in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold stone Like a young man
In the foreign field of death

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Исполнитель: Pnau

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