əjdaha lazımdı izlə lələ mən googlla
"the wall on which the prophets wrote
is cracking at the seams.
upon the instruments of death
the sunlight brightly gleams.
when every man is torn apart
with nightmares and with dreams,
will no one lay the laurel wreath
when silence drowns the screams.
between the iron gates of fate,
the seeds of time were sown,
and watered by the deeds of those
who know and who are known;
knowledge is a deadly friend
if no one sets the rules.
the fate of all mankind i see
is in the hands of fools.
confusion will be my epitaph.
as i crawl a cracked and broken path
if we make it we can all sit back
but i fear tomorrow i'll be crying,
yes i fear tomorrow i'll be crying."
is in the hands of fools. "
Sozleri ile heyatimizi ifade eden mahni. king crimson tarixinde mene gore en felsefi sozlere malikdir.
Qarğaşa mənim məzarım olacaq, Çartlamış və qırılmış bir yolda sürünərkən.
Belə bir fərqli versiyasıda olan king crimson (greg lake desək düz olardı) əsəri
Peter Sinfield belə deyir:
Sinfield: “Epitaph was a poem that I’d written when I had my own band. It started with the words, and then it was very much a piece of ensemble writing. Ian would come up with an idea, then someone else. I think Greg Lake came up with the idea: ‘But I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying’, which is very Greg-ish.
sən də yaz!