Текст песни The Nearer The Fountain, More Pure The Stream Flows - Damon Albarn

You have gone
The dark journey that leaves no returning
It's fruitless for me to mourn you
But who can help mourning?

To think of life
That did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now
When youth seemed immortal
So sweet it did weave
Heaven's halo around you

Earth hopes to deceive
You were the fairest and dearest
When many were fair to my heart
You were nearest

The year has its winter
As well as its May
The sweetest leave us
And the fairest decay

The nearer the fountain
More pure the stream flows

To think of life
That did laugh on your face
In the beautiful past
Left so desolate now
When youth seemed immortal
So sweet it did weave
Heaven's halo around you
Around you

Earth hopes to deceive
Around you
Around you
The nearer the fountain
More pure the stream flows