Текст Maria McKee – Page Of Cups

And I wonder is it kind
And will it understand that it’s provision as a practicality
Gave mechanism to a stunning bit of alchemy?
And I wonder is it kind

And if this is how
I strive my way along another blinding page
When looking at it now
I will be kind and therefore never will I find it strange

And I wonder is it kind
And will it move with clemency or will it bow and startle
Lurching back into the fabric where at first I caught sight of it
And so begat an elegy?
And I wonder is it kind
And what will it see of me?
Will it see that I am right or wrong
In letting it preside as I have
Chiding me into yet another song?

And I have allowed my mind
Autonomy to wanderingly stray
Into fanaticism of a daring kind
And therefore never will I find it strange
And if this is how
I strive my way along another blinding page
When looking at it now I will be kind
And therefore never will I find it strange

And I wonder is it kind
And will it ever pass this way again?

And I have allowed my mind
Autonomy to wanderingly stray
Into fanaticism of a daring kind
And therefore never will I find it strange
And if this is how
I strive my way along another blinding page
When looking at it now I will be kind
And therefore never will I find it strange