Текст Bruce Cockburn – Beautiful Creatures

There’s a knot in my gut
As I gaze out today
On the planes of the city
All polychrome grey

Like a dam on a river
My conscience is pressed
By the weight of hard feelings
Piled up in my breast
The callous and vicious things

Humans display
The beautiful creatures are going away

Why? Why?

From the stones of the fortress
To the shapes in the air
To the ache in the spirit
We label despair
We create what destroys
Bind ourselves to betray
The beautiful creatures are going away