Lisa Gerrard - The Maharaja скачать mp3

When the Ma- Haraja comes He brings the sun He draws upon The moon And all the flowers Bloom There he whispers Onto the air A grace So pure and fair And nature’s voice Will sing to him And lift his heart Upon his wing To palaces Of light and gold The breath of life Will there unfold And there are borne The sacred things That can’t be touched Or bound by strings A soil unbruised By human pain He brings the rain And there he's washed By heavens tears And gone are all His deepest fears And trust Will come Within The newborn son The newborn son The newborn son