Текст песни First Time - Hozier
                                                Remember, 
                                                once 
                                                    I 
                                                told 
                                                you 
                                                about 
                                                how, 
                                                before 
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                it 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                mouth
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                name 
                                                would 
                                                always 
                                                hit 
                                                my 
                                                ears 
                                                as 
                                                such 
                                                an 
                                                awful 
                                                sound?
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                soul, 
                                                if 
                                                that's 
                                                what 
                                                you'd 
                                                call 
                                                it, 
                                                uneasy 
                                                ally 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                body
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                felt 
                                                nameless 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                river 
                                                undiscovered 
                                                underground
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                kissed 
                                                me, 
                                                    I 
                                                drank 
                                                dry 
                                                the 
                                                River 
                                                Lethe
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Liffey 
                                                would 
                                                have 
                                                been 
                                                softer 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                stomach 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                you 
                                                spoke 
                                                some 
                                                quick 
                                                new 
                                                music 
                                                that 
                                                went 
                                                so 
                                                far 
                                                to 
                                                soothe 
                                                this 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                and 
                                                ever 
                                                shall 
                                                be, 
                                                unearth 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                must 
                                                have 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                first 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                called 
                                                me 
                                                "baby"
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                some 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                came 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                first 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                called 
                                                me 
                                                "baby"
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                days, 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                    I 
                                                owe 
                                                my 
                                                life 
                                                to 
                                                flowers 
                                                that 
                                                were 
                                                left 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                my 
                                                mother, 
                                                ain't 
                                                that 
                                                like 
                                                them, 
                                                gifting 
                                                life 
                                                to 
                                                you 
                                                again?
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                life 
                                                lived 
                                                mostly 
                                                underground, 
                                                unknowing 
                                                either 
                                                sight 
                                                nor 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Til 
                                                reaching 
                                                up 
                                                for 
                                                sunlight 
                                                just 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                ripped 
                                                out 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                stem
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sensing 
                                                only 
                                                now 
                                                it's 
                                                dying, 
                                                drying 
                                                out, 
                                                then 
                                                drowning 
                                                blindly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blooming 
                                                forth, 
                                                its 
                                                every 
                                                colour 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                moments 
                                                it 
                                                has 
                                                left
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                share 
                                                the 
                                                space 
                                                with 
                                                simple 
                                                living 
                                                things, 
                                                infinitely 
                                                suffering
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                fighting 
                                                off, 
                                                like 
                                                all 
                                                creation, 
                                                the 
                                                absence 
                                                of 
                                                itself, 
                                                but 
                                                anyway
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                must 
                                                have 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                Each 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                called 
                                                me 
                                                "baby"
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                some 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                stayed 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                Each 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                called, 
                                                each 
                                                time 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                called
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                here, 
                                                ooh-la-la, 
                                                ooh-la-la
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whatever 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                around, 
                                                it 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ooh-la-la, 
                                                come 
                                                here, 
                                                ooh-la-la
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whatever 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                around, 
                                                it 
                                                keeps 
                                                you 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                last 
                                                time 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                heard 
                                                out 
                                                loud
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                perfect 
                                                genius 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                hands 
                                                and 
                                                mouths
 
                                    
                                
                                                Were 
                                                shocked 
                                                to 
                                                resignation 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                arguing 
                                                declined
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                young, 
                                                    I 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                guess, 
                                                are 
                                                there 
                                                limits 
                                                to 
                                                any 
                                                emptiness?
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                time? 
                                                Come 
                                                here 
                                                to 
                                                me, 
                                                when 
                                                was 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                time?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                must 
                                                have 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                final 
                                                time 
                                                you 
                                                called 
                                                me 
                                                "baby"
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                some 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                me 
                                                came 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                final 
                                                time 
                                                you 
                                                called 
                                                me 
                                                "baby"
 
                                    
                                
                            1 De Selby (Part 1)
2 De Selby (Part 2)
3 First Time
4 Francesca
5 I, Carrion (Icarian)
6 Eat Your Young
7 Damage Gets Done
8 Who We Are
9 Son of Nyx
10 All Things End
11 To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe)
12 Butchered Tongue
13 Anything But
14 Abstract (Psychopomp)
15 Unknown / Nth
16 First Light
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