Текст: The Decemberists. Margaret In Captivity.
I have snipped your wingspan
My precious captive swan
Here all clipped of (?)
Your spirit won't last long
Don't you lift a finger
Don't you snap and jaw
Limber limbs akimbo
Rest till rubbing raw
Oh my own true love! Oh my own true love!
Can you hear me, love? Can you hear me, love?
Don't hold out for rescue
None can hear your call
Till I have wrest and wrecked you
Behind these fortress walls
Oh my own true love! Oh my own true love!
Can you hear me, love? Can you hear me, love?
My precious captive swan
Here all clipped of (?)
Your spirit won't last long
Don't you lift a finger
Don't you snap and jaw
Limber limbs akimbo
Rest till rubbing raw
Oh my own true love! Oh my own true love!
Can you hear me, love? Can you hear me, love?
Don't hold out for rescue
None can hear your call
Till I have wrest and wrecked you
Behind these fortress walls
Oh my own true love! Oh my own true love!
Can you hear me, love? Can you hear me, love?
The Decemberists
The Decemberists