David's son brought to the threshing floor Out of Babylon come the rules of law Carved in stone the word by fire divine Rock to island came the sacred shrine
First up they counted one Then from the union two Next up they counted four A multitude in number The many were more
Came a night the angel stole his rest Took him on a journey to the West Climbed a ladder up to the milky way Rode on lightning til the break of day
First up they counted one Then from the union two Next up they counted four A multitude in number The many were more
تـذكـارهـا ومنزلة للصبـا قـد خـلـت = وكان بنو الظرف عمـارهـا فإن كنت أخرجت مـن جـنة = فإنـي أحـدث أخـبـارهـا ولولا ملوحة مـاء الـبـكـاء = حسبت دموعي أنـهـارهـا ضحكت ابن عشرين من صبوة = بكيت ابن سـتـين أوزارهـا فلا تعظمن علـيك الـذنـوب = إذا كان ربـك غـفـارهـا
From the Well of Souls the trumpets call Through full rivers deep the voices fall In the caves beneath the inner drums Beating out in time to sacred sumsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
