Текст песни Digging for Some Words (Live) - Johnny Clegg
                                                Wanderers 
                                                and 
                                                nomads 
                                                have 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                their 
                                                chieftains
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                this 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                birds?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                can 
                                                send 
                                                an 
                                                emissary 
                                                to 
                                                speak 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                seasons?
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                ravens 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                crows 
                                                already 
                                                soak 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                digging 
                                                for 
                                                some 
                                                words 
                                                beneath 
                                                the 
                                                stones 
                                                in 
                                                Zimbabwe
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                searching 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                drum 
                                                song 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                jungles 
                                                of 
                                                Zaire
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                groping 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                moon 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mountains 
                                                of 
                                                Malawi
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                lion 
                                                of 
                                                Ethiopia
 
                                    
                                
                                                Settling 
                                                dusk 
                                                gets 
                                                darkened 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                bark 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                baboon
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                frogs 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                owls 
                                                no 
                                                longer 
                                                call 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                moon
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                warlords 
                                                have 
                                                gathered, 
                                                blue 
                                                smoke 
                                                hiss 
                                                from 
                                                teeth 
                                                of 
                                                chrome
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                baobab 
                                                trembles 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                boiling 
                                                blood 
                                                loam
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fireplace 
                                                is 
                                                broken 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                grinding 
                                                stone 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                Its 
                                                million 
                                                pieces 
                                                flung 
                                                across 
                                                the 
                                                plains 
                                                of 
                                                Africa
 
                                    
                                
                                                Each 
                                                dusty 
                                                fragment, 
                                                    a 
                                                seed 
                                                from 
                                                which 
                                                grows
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                memory 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                debt 
                                                that 
                                                only 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wanderers 
                                                and 
                                                nomads 
                                                have 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                their 
                                                chieftains
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                this 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                birds?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                can 
                                                send 
                                                an 
                                                emissary 
                                                to 
                                                speak 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                seasons?
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                ravens 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                crows 
                                                already 
                                                soak 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seven 
                                                seasoned 
                                                soldiers 
                                                have 
                                                been 
                                                summoned 
                                                from 
                                                Saigon
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                craven 
                                                walkie-talkie 
                                                puts 
                                                their 
                                                bloodshot 
                                                armor 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                drink 
                                                beer, 
                                                milk, 
                                                some 
                                                drink 
                                                kinky-kola
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sheep 
                                                dogs 
                                                live 
                                                in 
                                                Outeniqua, 
                                                gun 
                                                dogs 
                                                in 
                                                Angola
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flames 
                                                lick 
                                                the 
                                                corners 
                                                of 
                                                each 
                                                hungry 
                                                horseman's 
                                                smile
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                have 
                                                locusts 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                scabbards 
                                                and 
                                                desert's 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                eyes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Passing 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                air, 
                                                they 
                                                leave 
                                                    a 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                fetid 
                                                rumors
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                they 
                                                ride 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                skyline 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                secret 
                                                trail 
                                                of 
                                                lies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wanderers 
                                                and 
                                                nomads 
                                                have 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                their 
                                                chieftains
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                this 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                birds?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                can 
                                                send 
                                                an 
                                                emissary 
                                                to 
                                                speak 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                seasons?
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                ravens 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                crows 
                                                already 
                                                soak 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                found 
                                                some 
                                                words 
                                                beneath 
                                                    a 
                                                stone 
                                                in 
                                                Zimbabwe
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                heard 
                                                    a 
                                                distant 
                                                drum 
                                                song 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                jungles 
                                                of 
                                                Zaire
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                blood 
                                                moon 
                                                spoke 
                                                of 
                                                war 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mountains 
                                                of 
                                                Malawi
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                found 
                                                the 
                                                lion 
                                                of 
                                                Ethiopia
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wanderers 
                                                and 
                                                nomads 
                                                have 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                their 
                                                chieftains
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                this 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                rain 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                birds?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                can 
                                                send 
                                                an 
                                                emissary 
                                                to 
                                                speak 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                seasons?
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                ravens 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                crows 
                                                already 
                                                soak 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                 
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2 African Sky Blue (Live)
3 Digging for Some Words (Live)
4 Journey's Island (Emalonjeni) (Live)
5 Africa (What Made You So Strong) (Live)
6 Your Time Will Come (Live)
7 Woza Friday (Live)
8 The Crossing (Osiyeza) (Live)
9 Circle of Light (Live)
10 Into the Picture (Live)
11 I Call Your Name (Live)
12 Impi (Live)
13 Great Heart (Live)
14 Scatterlings of Africa (Live)
15 Cruel Crazy Beautiful World (Live)
16 Asimbonanga (Live)
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