Нескусно! Где бэки после проигрыша? Соло на гитаре какое-то скудное! Песня легендарная, но, увы, данная транскрипция не очень! Бывали версии с живых концертов и получше!
Take your time to fall, The mottled leaf does spin. The arrows of your eyes, Clock faces do begin. And measuring the way, And setting up the time. As if by chance, you may, Start a brand-new climb. The bow is drawn again, The trigger’s set to go. New tenderness in hands, Firm lines from long ago. Solar counting hours, Start the count once more. The truth of happy dreams, Bright days will restore. I'll gather morning dew, Drops of holy grace. These hours belong to you, My trouble in their place. These are your eyes that see, From the corner to my face. Turn your clock hands back, To a more peaceful pace. Wind, tearing off the leaf, Throws it to earth’s chest. I believe the time’s set, I know the path is blessed. Let go of everything, Fall and twirl in flight. But closing the circle, Don't rush into the night. From a new line, don't fear, To start again the tale. Twist the spiral tighter, Let the pendulum sail.
