Pushking - Wiseman | Текст песни

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Over sleepy brooks beyond

The city walls and outer woods

They’re gathering

The forest damp and parson sings

And evening dirge to lay him done

Before the town



The withered wreath of baby’s breath

Is laid upon this broken earth

A woman nods the crowd responds

A parchment cloth falls to the ground




Wise man

Came to town

Healing words

For the crowd

You’re a wise man

Mesmerized man

We’re in magic hands



Mourning through a flute

The miller plays a tune

It lingers on that silky song

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