핑크 플로이드
The sweet smell
of a great sorrow
lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise
and merge into
the leaden sky
A man lies
and dreams
of green fields
and rivers
But awakes
to a morning
with no reason
for waking
Hes haunted
by the memory
of a lost paradise
In his youth
or a dream
he cant be precise
Hes chained forever
to a world
thats departed
Its not enough
its not enough
His blood
has frozen
and curdled
with fright
His knees
have trembled
and given way
in the night
His hand has
weakened
at the moment
of truth
His step
has faltered
One world
one soul
Time pass
the river rolls
And he talks
to the river
of lost love
and dedication
And silent replies
that swirl
invitation
Flow dark and
troubled to
an oily sea
A grim intimation
of what is to be
Theres unceasing wind
that blows through
this night
theres dust
in my eyes
that blinds
my sight
And silence
that speaks
so much louder
than words
Of promises broken