Текст Jackson C. Frank – Golden Mirror

Sleeping in the velvet
Of the golden mirror shine
I am mine
Most of the time (la dada da da)

So I sailed my ship of dreams
Somewhere else at sea
And I aimed at her on an ocean
A frivol silver scheme
Impossible promises
To the live machine

I found a safe harbor
To find me a home
To raise a family
And oh God!
Even my children will probably
Grow up wrong

Somehow I have forgotten the ways
Of flying back to you again
‘Cause I searched the sky along the ways
And I catch the last London train
I see the wolves upon the snow
And the beaches at low tide
I’ve been to France and offered thanks
‘Cause on my own two feet I died

I slept by your naked body
My mind all on the sea
And I touched your lips of violet
And your hair of barbery
Oh what the hell is wrong with me?

Sleeping in the velvet