Текст песни Spanish Quartet

How the god is mixed in

The evil it does blend

In this drink that we all taste.

And when the bottle is gone

I hope I can look upon

All that I've done with a smile

And bright and overflowing eyes,

Reflecting upon all they've seen

With the same glow as the

Child born March 8th 1977.
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Please make my arrow shoot straight

I'm tired of all the shots that missed

It's one thing that I won't miss

Betrayal in a kiss.

When I finally hit my target

There were four hands that held the bow

And I realized I am not alone

I am not the only archer

Not alone with crooked arrows

Not alone with these crooked arrows.