Текст песни
run my little one
Breathe my little one, written in the wind
if you were his dreams
What do you seek, run out to sea, vine of a god running wild
Written in the wind, written in the wind, vine of a god running wild
Vine of a god running wild, run my little one Smith, run my little one
Run my little one, written in the wind
Run my little one, the master is calling
If you were his eyes, the scheme of a life
If you were his dreams, breathe my little one Seneca, if you were his dreams
run my little one
Breathe a hymn for him, oh the blood sky, the scheme of a life
breathe my little one
Oh chariot of insect, if you were his eyes
Two royal leopards run with him, written in the wind
if you were his eyes
Oh golden seed who made the winged child, the whole of the sky could not contain you
Run my little one, breathe a hymn, the whole of the sky could not contain you
run out to sea
Run my little one, run out to sea, run out to sea
breathe a hymn for him
on a golden lead of tapered vine
The whole of the sky could not contain you, two royal leopards run with him
Oh the blood sky, vine of a god running wild