Beautiful Child — текст песни (Rufus Wainwright)

When I am older than these small goddamned hills

And there`s no reason for my mind to be still



Oh, how I`ll feel like a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again



When I have finally found my room filled with toys

Be banging on my crib excited by noise



Oh, how I`ll feel (x3)

Like a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child,such a beautiful child again



And when there`s nothing to gain

Or bring me pain or pin the blame

On you or myself



And when they finally fall

These wailing walls and burdened crosses

God`s twilights and all



Oh, how I`ll feel (x3)

Like a beautiful child

Such a beautiful child again

Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again (x2)



When I am older than these small goddamned hills