paroles de chanson Crumbling Land (Take 1) - Zabriskie Point - Pink Floyd

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine.
In a smile I saw a single eagle in the sky.
Wheeling, soaring, gliding by
On a hill there lived a man with many shining things.
Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings.
Wining, dining, shining king.
And the eagle flies in clear blue skies,
Breathing in the clear blue air.
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies.
And fifty more come rolling off.
The Ford production line.
Then a man appearing like up in our on the sand.
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land.
Screaming, dealing, movie man.
Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows.
Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise.
Climbing, high into the sky.
Climbing all the birds a lake, a dove, the lies.
On the finger of the king.
On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun.
And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun.