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  • Текст песни Jane Siberry - Vladimir Vladimir



    section I
    (many voices overlapping):

    I wouldn't call it dark one spade
    three spades I wouldn't call it
    light either four spades pass oh
    oh there go all my coins there's
    someone at the door what was that?
    there's water nearby I can tell
    drop down to or pass on by? pass
    on by and after the meeting they
    asked me if I would like to become
    the conductor of their choir I
    couldn't believe it isn't it fantastic?
    it's not art it's self-defense it
    it captures him he has to capture
    it back it's a power struggle self-
    defense it's not art not art are
    these your coins? oh yeah did you
    sit down? are you cold? no I'm cold
    I mean yes grainy I was thinking
    of something else pretty cold brrr
    no don't sound like you're reading
    it just sort of say it there are
    mountains nearby like you're moving
    through the night I can tell and
    it's grainy I can hear the coins
    dropping on them drop down to or
    pass on by? pass on by has nothing
    to do with the church because it
    is a choir from the church but they
    say it doesn't matter we sing other
    songs as well beauty without scrutiny
    that's a true definition of it
    I could tell it was beautiful before
    I even saw it and I pressed through
    the tourists swimming swimming
    through the freezing pins to see and I
    couldn't see you could say one more
    silent something pressing through the
    graininess of night I'm really longing
    forward to see you now let the music
    play for a while grainy grainy this
    time I remembered to say I love
    you and then we moved through a
    dark valley and then up into the
    sky and I said LOOK! LOOK! but there
    was not a speck to be seen...
    but there's water nearby...
    mmm mmm...

    section II

    there is a man
    standing in a field
    leans on his hoe
    stares down the furrows
    counts on his fingers
    one more endless flight
    of the inarticulate soul
    that he borrows

    section III

    Vladimir Vladimir
    standing in the field
    'til he lines his
    sight along the furrows
    waiting for the...
    waiting for the...
    waiting for the flight

    set against the fading light
    waiting for his
    hand to put the hoe down
    waiting for the...
    waiting for the...
    waiting for the flight