Текст песни Page of Cups - Maria McKee

And I wonder is it kind
Will it understand that it's provision as a practicality
Gave mechanism to a stunning bit of alchemy
And I wonder is it kind
And when it speaks will it speak grace and with pardon
As I have let the light linger upon it
So longingly and resting where it may

And if this is how
I strive my way along another blinding page
When looking at it now
I will be kind and therefore never will I find it strange

And I wonder is it kind
And will it move with clemency or will it bow and startle
Lurching back into the fabric where at first I caught sight of it
And so begat an elegy
And I wonder is it kind
And what will it see of me
Will it see that I am right or wrong
In letting it preside as I have
Chiding me into yet another song

And I have allowed my mind
Autonomy to wanderingly stray
Into fanaticism of a daring kind
And therefore never will I find it strange

And if this is how
I strive my way along another blinding page
When looking at it now I will be kind
And therefore never will I find it strange

And I wonder is it kind
And will it ever pass this way again
As I have waited half a century or more
Which is why I let it drag me to my knees
Then belly down along the floor

And I have allowed my mind
Autonomy to wanderingly stray
Into fanaticism of a daring kind
And therefore never will I find it strange

And if this is how
I strive my way along another blinding page
When looking at it now I will be kind
And therefore never will I find it strange