She lays on the wall
Watching the strangers drift away
Midday's ore, thick
With the sun of Arabia
She surrenders, the voices
They gather, on the wind
Talking, chanting, breathing
Into her body
Yesterdays
Oh, ohhh
Awakened beside
The scent of burnt sugar on her skin
Painting eyes, thick
With the colours she brings in
Always sure and strong
When the lightning tumbles down
Don't you frown
Everything will be in time for this evening
If there's secrets she has to be party to
Every one of them
If there's heaven she gets to the heart
And you'll wonder why she said
When I run out of blue
Help me rise instead
Now I can run to you
Why she said
When I run out of blue
Give me red instead
Now let me run (Now let me run)
upd. Это оказалась таки "загадочная Палома" - здесь обыгрывается цитата из диалога Пабло Пикассо и Дэниела Абрахамса:
- but what do you do when you run out of blue?
- why, I use red instead.
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Стало быть, первое, что мне пришло в голову: Paloma Picasso.
Спасибо
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