Tangerine Dream - Karuna

جیکو دیگه واسه جبران لحظه ها دیره مثه دود سیگار داره این لحظه ها میره اگه برگردی هم چیزی عوض نمیشه میدونم الان خوشحاله پیشت حتی بودنتم دیگه فرقی نداره خوش بحاله اونی که الان پیشت سواره اگه برگردم باز حالت خرابه میخندی و میگی این حرفا ارزشی نداره اکی هم نگو واسه من بی

I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. London London And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: London London Children of a future age Reading this indignant page Know that, in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime Rise and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open; And let his wife and children return from the opressor's scourge. They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing: "The Sun has left his blackness, and has found a fresher Morning, And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night; For Empire is no more, and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease; Shall cease; Shall cease;" Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath: And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die Or if I die Or if I die