Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
We've finally made a great escape; Tell me friend, what is this place? The look on your face says it all... The blades of grass refuse to bend And I can see right through you friend Oh, what kind of trickery is this? Oh Lord, I've waited so long for this... Now that I'm here I don't know where to go Here in the foothills of heaven I hope to be rid of the world I have known From the hills came beings of light: Such glorious creatures Such a glorious sight Ah, I couldn't help but tremble And here at the sight of an angel It never occurred what a wretch I had been [bad word] now, follow me gladly Soon all the grass you shall learn how to bend The world you [bad word] from is filled with the [bad word] of miserable tongues Oh, the journey is cumbersome This great divorce you shall soon [bad word] Soon [bad word] Here int eh foothills of heaven It's hard to believe what I've seen Sometimes my eyes can deceive me I'm weary of all that I fail to perceive