Текст песни Hurricane / Cradle To The Grave

See me here I come
Can't see where I run
No matter how far
Still here you are
(Whispered) "From the cradle to the grave"
I am woman, I am son!
I can give birth to sheep,
I can give birth to son!
And I can be cool, soft as a breeze.
(soft as a breeze...)

And I'll be a hurricane, ripping up trees!

See me here I come
Can't see where I run
No matter how far
Still here you are

And you keep taking
Now you keep on taking
My head should be aching
My head should be aching

I'm born from the storm
I'll darken your skies
Flowers will bloom
When I walk by.

I can be cool;
Soft as a breeze.

And I'll be a hurricane
Ripping up trees
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tearing down trees

Ripping up, lifting up,
tearing down trees

Once a man, twice a boy
Once a boy, twice a man
And you keep taking
Now you keep on taking
My head should be aching
My head should be aching

I can see, I can lie
I'll take care of you, until the day you die.

And I can be cool
Soft like a breeze...

Here I come...
Here I come!
I'm a Hurricane
A Hurricane
I'm a Hurricane
Yes a Hurricane
See me
Here I come
Ripping up, Lifting up, Tearing down trees
Yes a Hurricane
Ripping up, Lifting up, Breaking up
Tearing down trees
Here I come!
I'm a Hurricane
Here I come!
I'm the eye of the Hurricane!