Текст: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Murder Ballads. Lovely Creature.

Come on, come on

There she stands, this lovely creature
There she stands, there she stands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands

So I asked this lovely creature
Yes I asked, yes I asked
Would she walk with me a while
Through this night so vast?

She took my hand, this lovely creature
"Yes", she said, "Yes", she said
"Yes, I'll walk with you a while"
I was a joyful man, she led

Over hills, this lovely creature
Over mountains, over ranges
By great pyramids and sphinxs
We met drifters and strangers

Oh the sands, my lovely creature
And the mad, moaning winds
At night the deserts writhed
With diabolical things

All through the night, through the night
The wind lashed and it whipped me
When I got home
My creature was no longer with me

Go, come on

Somewhere she lies, this lovely creature
Beneath the slow drifting sands
With her hair full of ribbons
And green gloves on her hands