Текст песни Pricked In The Heart

Listen, these are not as drunken as
you suppose.
It might not be 3 o'clock in the morning
like it seems:
The little children will be prescient. And your young men will see shows,
And your old men will dream dreams.

I found a typescript double-spaced,
Printed out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme),
In the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed,
Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them.
I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,
waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me"). In the past
John baptized with water; now, with wine. But don't weep, he'll
Make sure:
Pricked in the heard the Wednesday after last.

In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet (and all around),
Megan, Mary, Lisa, and Kenisha gave it out,The Fiery Furnaces - Pricked In The Heart - http://ru.motolyrics.com/the-fiery-furnaces/pricked-in-the-heart-lyrics.html
"Stick with me."
Or you'll reap the reward of iniquity,
Cashed out and carried to possession of a plot of ground.

Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath,
Outside the bodega called Beautiful. When it was whom
With Su and Kenisha, under a silver-leaf wreath.
Called not fit to sit: might as well have come halt out your mother's womb.

I gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,
waiting for the promise of her father ("Whereof you heard of me"). In the past
John baptized with water; now, with wine. But don't weep, he'll
Make sure:
Pricked in the heard the Wednesday after last.

A light shined in the lodge and the chains slipped off her hands,
So to speak: she packed up her things and she sailed off to Cyprus,
Sending greetings to Felix with a please to put Paul on. Misunderstands
Me, she, and her all went home (gave up the boast) and left Lisa to type us.