Полный текст песни Pilgrimage - Suzanne Vega

This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Sunday or Monday
A march over months of the year


This life is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every death is an end in the race
It's a stopping and starting
A march over millions of years


Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time


This land is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every line is a place on a map
It's a city or valley
A mark on these miles of fields


Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time


This line is burning
Turning to ash as it hits the air
Every step is a day in the week
It's a Wednesday or Thursday
A march over months of the year


Travel. Arrival
Years of an inch and a step
Toward a source
I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time


I'm coming to you
I'll be there in time


Take this
Mute mouth