Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices
Translated by Eli Courante
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There is a surf I'm unable to quiet
It twisted people even tougher than me.
And still I'll sharply rush into the fight
And fall in a battle like Saul the King.
Three zeros click under the lid of the times,
When God calendaries the Universe,
And different hunns will light bonfires
Behind the Westminster and Kremlin walls.
But free to punish or lay down arms,
I will abandon my shame and grief.
In a circle of prophets I'll break into dance,
Persistent and stubborn like David the King.