Out Of The Blue

Текст песни DAVID GILMOUR - Out Of The Blue <br/> Out of the blue on the wings of a doveA messenger comes, with the beating of drumsIt&#039;s not a message of loveOur childern are born, and we keep themThey must have the right, to live in the lightTo be safe from the storm( )<br />Out of the blue, with wings on his heelsA messenger comes, bearing regretsFor the time that he stealsBut steal it he will, my children&#039;s and mineAgainst our desires, against all our needsOur blood spilled like wineOver and over we call . . . no one hearsAnd further and further and further we fallAnd though we pray that we soon will awakeIt is clear, that it&#039;s no dream at allOur lives are at stakeI cannot believe, nor even pretendThat the thunder I hear, will just disappear