Представляем точный текст композиции "The Observer" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Roine Stolt . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Observer» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Roine Stolt передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Roine Stolt - "The Observer"
Lyrics to The Observer : Im an angel in disguise watching the world Im a weary wanderer with sleepy eyes The world has gone wrong in so many ways See the wicked prosper in a predatory fashion Theyre gonna steal the last single bit of freedom Theyre gonna hunt down the radical poets and kill them And Im not sure if its part of a wicked masterplan But Im getting out of here before the shit hits the fan, thats right Watching half the world taking all they can While the other half are left with empty hands The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin Life and death lies in the power of a few Too much of whats given is lost in transition Them little greedy hands pile up another cold stash, what else could they do' Its in the weakness of man I guess, but thats no consolation Watching half the world taking all they can While the other half are left with empty hands The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin Im a lonely angel on the boulevard Tryin to speak your language but its getting harder Any act of kindness doesnt go down well around here, does it' It may be out of fashion, I just couldnt tell Watching half the world taking all they can While the other half are left with empty hands The mean-in-spirit just keep cashing in Just like "I, me , mine" is never wearing thin Any gospel written is a serious threat - and the alternative truths from any dissident Any questions asked that will start you thinkin are the steps of a nu-world in the making Im an angel in disguise watching this world Im a weary wanderer who has seen too much The world has turned its back on God For pride and profit and deranged obsessions While the overweight keep dying of heartattacks The junk food chains provide the sticks and stones Still those haunting images just keep coming back I see the Kids of Africa are just skin and bone The devil dogs select the major target Now panic spreads, we fear the next attack Now 50 killed in the London market Theyll find a scapegoat soon and start firing back Im an angel in disgust and Im watching your world Im a weary wanderer and a tortured soul Just one of the helpless who watch this chaos While the firearm merchants celebrate the riots Theyre gonna steal your last single bit of freedom Theyre gonna hunt down the lost unfaithful and kill them Theyve abused the power their God once gaveem Make no mistake, cause Im not one of them Make no mistake, cause Im not one of them [ The Observer Lyrics ]
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