venerdì, settembre 12, 2008

City of ruins



La foto che feci un paio di anni dopo

There is a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church door's thrown open
I can hear the organ's song
But the congregation's gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Now the sweet bells of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves,
The boarded up windows,
The empty streets
While my brother's down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins

Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!
Come on, rise up! Come on, rise up!

Now's there's tears on the pillow
Darlin' where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Tell me how do I begin again?
My city's in ruins
My city's in ruins

Now with these hands,
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the strength, Lord
With these hands,
With these hands,
I pray for the faith, Lord
We pray for your love, Lord
We pray for the lost, Lord
We pray for this world, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord
We pray for the strength, Lord

Come on
Come on
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up
Come on, rise up

4 commenti:

Luca ha detto...

vara che te go trovà a storia dea matina varda le me blog... però tà da trovartelo... ;-)

Suggerimento: è come il dominio del sito...

Jakala ha detto...

Brotha I have find the pencil story by uncle gugol, but no hint for your blog, i' m still looking for.

Anonimo ha detto...

Bruce Springsteen o sbaglio?
Chicca

Jakala ha detto...

Non sbagli