paroles de chanson Prayer - Iris DeMent

Make me feverish, sleepless
And breathless,
Le the years of prostration be long,
0 Lord, take my child and companion,
And destroy the sweet power of song.

Thus I pray at each matins,
And each vespers,
After these many wearying dasy,
That the storm cloud which lowers over Russia
May be changed to a nimbus a