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*** Autor textu: Ian Astbury *** Autor hudby: The Cult | White
Shining
Shining brightly
Pure crystal snow
White
Oh, virgin
White
White
Shining
Shining brightly
White
Yeah, white
Shining
Shining bright
Snow is crystal, the fire is cold
I sit back, watch the sun turn gold
In the morning, love is healing
Warms the frost deep in my bones
And then your mother said
White
White
It's shining
Shining bright
White
White
Shining
Shining brightly
The hunter sits on a pure white stallion
A hawk in flight, the bow in his hand
A deer approaches at the end of the forest
The arrow flies, blood on the snow
Said brother, said
White
Yeah, white
Shining
Shining brightly
White
White
Shining
Shining bright
Blood on the snow
Said brother, say
White
Shining
Shining bright
White
White
Shining
Snow is crystal
Love is pure
I look out and see a hawk in flight
The forest awaits me, the keel awaits me
I reel back, watch the sun turn to gold
Earth in the mother
Said white
Sure crystal clear, yeah, virgin white
Wilderness, lost to us
Wilderness, we reach out
Wilderness, we must embrace you once more
Yeah...
White
Shining brightly
Snow is pure now
When the barbarians approach on the frontiers of a civilization,
it is a sign of a crisis in that civilization.
When the barbarians come, not with weapons of war, but
with songs and icons of peace.
It is a sign of the crisis in one of a spiritual nature.
That a spiritual nature.
We have forgotten our spiritual nature.
Cause we are wrapped up in too much shit all day, all night.
White
Shining bright
White, yeah
Kiss the earth, I said mother, said white
Earth motherfucker, said white, ow
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah...
White
White, yeah
Yeah, white
Ooh, shining
Shining bright
Shining
Shining brightly
Earth mother
Pure cool crystal virgin
Said white
Mmm-hmm
White
Oh, white
Yeah, white
White
White
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Said white
Natural earth mother
White
The snow virgin crystal
White
City draggin' me down
That's grey
Life is grey
Gotta get the rhythm
Don't tell me what I'm feelin', ow
White
Uh, white
Uh, white
Ooh yeah, white
Funky white, ow
Ooh, white, yeah
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