Art of being meek (BG)
I'll dye a room in a light color;
I will make new doors.
If snow falls,
We'll learn about it only in the morning;
A good year for reading,
A good year to bewilder from a trail;
It's strange – I sang so long;
Perhaps in this was something.
Take me to the river,
Lay me in the water;
Teach me the art of being meek,
Take me to the river.
We're kissing on the beach,
Loved in the sand;
We flew higher than birds,
We held stones in the palms:
Jasper and onyx, crystal, to see better;
Tea on our midnight kitchens –
We needed was so much.
Take me to the river,
Lay me in the water;
Teach me the art of being meek,
Take me to the river.
I'll dye a room in a light color;
I will make new doors.
If the night will be dark,
We'll go out of home a little earlier,
To speak not loud,
To measure time by the stars;
We will go, touching the trees –
It's strange – I sang so long.
Take me to the river,
Lay me in the water;
Teach me the art of being meek,
Take me to the river.
Take me to the river,
Lay me in the water;
Teach me the art of being meek,
Take me to the river.
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