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There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog-saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river holding the hands of his mother, and the wax paperbag of yesterdays bread
And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes
In his far away eyes
The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats
An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of God
Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses invisible
Running as fast as I could run
Send to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering: 'You're the only one'
And ever since I was a boy
I never felt that I belonged
Like everything they did to me
Was an experiment to see
How I would cope with the illusion
In which direction would I jump
Would I do it all the same
As the actors in the game
Or would I spit it back at them
And not get caught up in their rules
And live according to my own
And not be used, and not be used
To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line
The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Seems to serve only to confuse
Daddy came out the navy and took us away to his dirty gray home town
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service so that he could be around
There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust of his triumph motor bike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight
From the horizon
Came home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon
To buried alive
Took his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his far away eyes
And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come
Came down out of the sky
Stung him in the face
Again and again
Blue pain
Screaming like baptism
Intraveinous, Jesus
Like being chosen
Something with no brain
Blue pain from something with no brain
I can't explain
It's happeni
Había un chico que vino a este mundo a manos de una mujer santa en un lugar sagrado
Llevaba un abrigo rojo y caminó un bulldog vio reflejada en el espejo de los lagos
Vivió a la sombra de las montañas con los olores de desinfectante, cuero viejo polvoriento y la madera pulida de la cama
No más de alimentar a un bebé cisnes en el río que sostienen las manos de su madre, y la bolsa de papel de cera del pan ayeres
Y su padre, al otro lado del mundo
En las barandas de los barcos y algunos de marea lejos
Con la silenciosa lágrima seca de pensamientos desde el extranjero en sus ojos lejanos
En sus ojos lejanos
El olor de la cera en el piso de madera
Mezcla de cera y jabón
No hay que temer niños o jugar con
Las filas de ganchos vacíos para los abrigos
Un piano vertical y los chicos del coro
Todavía le recuerdan momentos antes de su nacimiento
Recuérdele que justo antes de que él estaba respirando
Extrañas visiones brumosas de Dios
Gire las ciudades en las familias
En las aldeas de almas
Flotando en el aire mientras que están durmiendo
Con sus casas invisible
Correr tan rápido como pude
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Marillion
This strange engine
This strange engine
There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog-saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river holding the hands of his mother, and the wax paperbag of yesterdays bread
And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes
In his far away eyes
The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats
An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of God
Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses invisible
Running as fast as I could run
Send to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering: 'You're the only one'
And ever since I was a boy
I never felt that I belonged
Like everything they did to me
Was an experiment to see
How I would cope with the illusion
In which direction would I jump
Would I do it all the same
As the actors in the game
Or would I spit it back at them
And not get caught up in their rules
And live according to my own
And not be used, and not be used
To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line
The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Seems to serve only to confuse
Daddy came out the navy and took us away to his dirty gray home town
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service so that he could be around
There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust of his triumph motor bike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner holding tight
From the horizon
Came home from the navy to the mine
From the horizon
To buried alive
Took his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his far away eyes
And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come
Came down out of the sky
Stung him in the face
Again and again
Blue pain
Screaming like baptism
Intraveinous, Jesus
Like being chosen
Something with no brain
Blue pain from something with no brain
I can't explain
It's happeni
Marillion
Este motor extraño
Este motor extraño
Había un chico que vino a este mundo a manos de una mujer santa en un lugar sagrado
Llevaba un abrigo rojo y caminó un bulldog vio reflejada en el espejo de los lagos
Vivió a la sombra de las montañas con los olores de desinfectante, cuero viejo polvoriento y la madera pulida de la cama
No más de alimentar a un bebé cisnes en el río que sostienen las manos de su madre, y la bolsa de papel de cera del pan ayeres
Y su padre, al otro lado del mundo
En las barandas de los barcos y algunos de marea lejos
Con la silenciosa lágrima seca de pensamientos desde el extranjero en sus ojos lejanos
En sus ojos lejanos
El olor de la cera en el piso de madera
Mezcla de cera y jabón
No hay que temer niños o jugar con
Las filas de ganchos vacíos para los abrigos
Un piano vertical y los chicos del coro
Todavía le recuerdan momentos antes de su nacimiento
Recuérdele que justo antes de que él estaba respirando
Extrañas visiones brumosas de Dios
Gire las ciudades en las familias
En las aldeas de almas
Flotando en el aire mientras que están durmiendo
Con sus casas invisible
Correr tan rápido como pude
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
