From the shades of the battle came a sounds Hammering eardrums and singing your grace The moon sunk the man eating serpent sundown And on his head on a pale ancient face You are the tide never touching the shore Receding of earth as day's birth being long Beneath you the mountains and piles of whales And I had to hide your poem in a song Coward My mask is my trade Coward On the back of your beauty I sing like a slave In the magic magnetic new nurture of night Your bosom should hold me for fear of my breath Reflecting for fools in the mirror of might The impossible lights in your body of death Burried in valleys are hundreds of men Who (?) your body in weather and wrong And I ride their graves with no thoughts of them then And I had to hide your poem in a song Coward My mask is my trade Coward On the back of your beauty I sing like a slave Coward My mask is my trade Coward On the back of your beauty I sing like a slaveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
