Thunderbolt (исполнитель: Björk)
Stirring at water's edge, Cold froth on my twig, My mind in whirls Wanders around desire. May I, can I, or have I too often? Craving miracles… May I, can I, or have I too often now? Craving miracles… Craving miracles… No one imagines the light shock I need, And I'll never know From who's hands, deeply humble, Dangerous gifts as such to [bad word] May I, should I, or have I too often? Craving miracles… May I, can I, or have I too often? Craving miracles… Craving miracles.. My romantic gene is dominant And it hungers for union, Universal intimacy, All embracing. May I, can I or have I too often Craved miracles? May I, should I or have I too often Craved miracles? Crave… Waves irregularly striking, Wind stern in my face. [bad word] Scrape those barnacles of me! May I, can I or should I too often Crave miracles? May I or should I or have I too often All my body parts are one As lightning hits my spine, Sparkling [bad word] through me, Revive my wish Inviolable. May I, can I, or have I too often? Craving miracles… May I, can I, should I, or have I too often? Craving miracles…