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Empty Cradle

Sleep tight, my unborn child Sleep tight, sleep tight Sleep tight, my unborn child Sleep tight, sleep tight Close your empty eyes, my child, close your

Кто-то забывает боль Кто-то просит алкоголь Кто-то надевает маску С видом,что ему прекрасно Ну а я вновь не в порядке Потерял,играя в прятки Потерял свою

Вспомни обо мне Когда услышишь мой голос В песнях,которые пою для тебя Вспомни и узнай Как всё переборолось Когда чувству любовь,я сказал прощай Вспоминай

Poor boys and pilgrims with families And we are going to Graceland And my traveling companions Are ghosts and empty sockets I'm looking at ghosts and empties

no wins here This sport's extreme, know what I mean? Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The King' Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle Cracks, in the cradle Cracks in the cradle

Jesus is there through it all When you're tired of crying, tired of trying Feeling Empty and tempted to fall There is one there beside you to comfort

on me And leave me here to bleed Cradle falls (I live save inside my cell) (In the darkness that surrounds me) Unholy walls Cradle falls, unholy walls Cradle

Where's the feeling we knew then (Whisper, my friend...) So we pick up, with empty cup In dreaming we thrive As we doze alone, and cradle stone Am

dust we kicked up no longer could be seen. And 1873 was a very bad year for me. 1873 was a very bad year for me. We cradled their babies. Made up their