Текст песни Mystic Lipstick - Christy Moore
She
wears
mystic
lipstick,
She
wears
stones
and
bones,
She
tells
myth
and
legend,
She
sings
rock
and
roll.
She
wears
chains
of
bondage,
She
wears
wings
of
hope,
She
wears
the
gown
of
plenty,
And
still
it's
hard
to
cope.
Chroi
O
mo
chroi,
Your
heart
is
breaking,
Your
eyes
are
red,
your
song
is
blue.
Your
poets
underneath
the
willow
in
despair.
They
have
been
lovers
of
your
sad
tune,
Lovers
of
your
slow
air.
She
keeps
fools
for
counsel,
She
keeps
the
wig
and
gown.
The
cloth
and
the
bloddy
warfare,
The
stars
and
stripes
and
crown.
And
still
we
pray
for
a
better
day
now,
God
willing
it's
for
the
best.
But
I've
just
seen
the
harp
on
the
penny
With
a
dollar
on
her
naked
breast.
Chroi
O
mo
chroi...
And
though
they
feed
on
what
hurts
you
To
sing
the
book
of
your
heart,
Oh
sweeet
Black
Rose,
How
they've
loved
you,
And
it's
hard
to,
But
they
do,
Eire,
they
do.
Chroi
O
mo
chroi...
Lovers
in
sweet
despair.
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