You pick a place that's where I'll be Time like your cheek has turned for me Someday the waves will stop every aching old machine will feel no pain Someday
Tulkojums: Dzelzs un vīna. Someday Waves.
blackbird claw, raven wing under the red sunlight long clothesline, two shirt sleeves waving as we go by hundred years, hundred more someday we may see
a place that's where i'll be time like your cheek has turned for me someday the waves will stop(and)every aching old machine will feel no pain someday
