Текст песни Tzion

Yes a man is born into trouble
it comes like the day turns to night
the sun turns to ran and a man is born into trouble
like a Jew in Germany, like a slave in chains.
And the wind is so heavy and the
earth raise to meet.
Within this body of clay a heart of gold does beat.

Chorus
And with the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face.
join me and run to the higher place.

Yes a man is born into trouble comes like the heat to the desert
like the pain to the cut
and aman is born into trouble
like a woman says love like a woman turns away.
And we live on the border yeah the border of night and day
within this body of clay.Shakhan - Tzion - http://ru.motolyrics.com/shakhan/tzion-lyrics.html
with sorrow and so much pain
sorrow and so much pain.

Chorus
And with the wind in my hair and with the sun on my face.
join me and run to the higher place.

Yes a man is born into trouble
comes like the child hurt in play
and like lovers in what they say.
And a man is born into trouble
like a church in Russia, and like a power play.
And yes run the good race, fight the good fight,
within this body of clay and thats all I want
to say all I want to say.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan