No man really knows It's spoken and is for us And known with a blameless throught
An unchanged mind An instinktive delicacy Of pity for them
To look like a man Who had been drowned And filled with sorrow
To look like a prisoner Who had been set free Like two voices in a muffled cell
What fine sensibilities Are touched in such a case No echoes tell No Nightmare comes out
It is so and it was so here
This strong and easy custom Stimulating sense Of desert or disgrace
Emergency for our race - for ourselves
To look like a man Who had been drowned And filled with sorrow
To look like a prisoner Who had been set free Like two voices in a muffled cell Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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