: Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together in the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in
The darkness, the coal mines knew it best When the daylight headed west and disappeared Progression, on the morning goes But regardless no one knows the
Well they left then in the mornin' A hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together In the colors of the mornin' I looked to the clouds in the cirrus
Don't tell me about your sister's babies I want one who looks like you To fill this house with something Come In From the fields Oh baby Come In From
Sometimes those simple things won't turn the trick no more And our self-important dreams they all lie shattered on the floor Even the proletariat receives
All manner of malady come to be seen All manner of malady come to be seen Why do you call me at the door? You don't know me Why do you call me all the
All manner of malady come to be seen All manner of malady come to be seen Why do you call me at the door? You don't know me Why do you? Why do you call
we set sail to this thing called trust the plans of the righteous are just (your plans are just, your plans are just) but i'm still recovering i'm contemplating
Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together in the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the
Übersetzung: Sylvestre, Anne. Durch überfluteten Feldern.
Übersetzung: Good Riddance. Fruchtbare Felder.
Übersetzung: Sky Segeln. Blumen auf dem Felde.
Übersetzung: 10000 Maniacs. Über die Felder.
Let's walk down to the water There's hyacinth in bloom I spend my days Lovin' you I left these fields Because I never knew To be a horse To be
