Текст песни Я - Cloudy lamb

The walls of sky are lined with care
And beauty takes its pride for them –
The blue and white. A cloudy lamb
All slipping slowly casts his hair
That turns to rain, which falls again.

The earth is eating heaven’s brine
While all is waiting, deadly still.
The lamb will go over a hill
On losing crystals, signing time
That turns to rain, which falls again.

A man of twenty-seven days
Stays in his Reign in Wonderlands.
He says his names to the cloudy lamb
And rays as always from his face.
He tells the rain to fall again.