Текст песни English - Nerina Pallot
God
of
all
things,
god
of
small
things,
god
of
power
and
might
Did
you
really
make
the
world
in
seven
days
and
seven
nights?
'Cause
I
don't
know
if
you
exist
or
if
I
even
care
But
when
I
lay
me
down
to
sleep,
I'd
like
somebody
there
'Cause
it's
hard
to
make
sense
of
this
all
And
it
gets
harder
with
each
passing
day
But
I
believe
in
little
things
and
things
I
cannot
see
In
science
and
the
saints
and
all
that
stuff
like
gravity
Not
that
sentimental
fairy
tale
to
keep
us
in
our
place
'Cause
I
have
seen
you
here
when
no
one
else
is
looking
A
calm
and
silent
bliss
A
calm
and
silent
bliss
All
your
people
do
these
days
is
argue,
fuss
and
fight
Then
they
fight
some
more
and
wipe
the
Blood
and
say,
"At
least
we
know
we're
right"
How
foolishly,
how
foolishly
all
good
things
come
undone
How
silently,
how
silently,
and
now
we
all
are
done
But
it's
hard
to
make
sense
of
it
all
And
it
gets
harder
with
each
passing
day
But
I
believe
in
little
things
and
things
I
cannot
see
In
science
and
the
saints
and
all
that
stuff
like
gravity
Not
some
sentimental
fairy
tale
to
keep
us
in
our
place
'Cause
I
have
seen
you
here
when
no
one
else
is
watching
A
strange
and
silent
bliss
A
strange
and
silent
bliss
God
of
all
things,
god
of
small
things,
god
of
loss
and
hope
God
of
people
struggling
and
people
who
can't
cope
Do
you
keep
your
blessings
for
the
rich,
the
pious
and
their
guns?
Or
if
you're
half
the
man
I
hope,
you
root
for
everyone
You
root
for
everyone
Oh
you
love
to
be
English
And
all
you
think
it
is
The
queen
and
her
guards
taking
tea
But
the
hatred
and
the
bigotry
won't
go
away
No
blacks,
no
Irish,
bring
no
dogs,
the
shame
Of
being
something
other
than
the
same
As
everyone
else
Well
I
don't
want
to
be
like
you
But
my
skin
is
so
pale
My
manners
so
fine
You
think
I
am
just
like
you
And
you're
frightened
to
travel
Till
you
make
the
world
look
just
the
same
as
home
While
your
kids
buy
guns
and
shoot
their
friends
and
die
alone
No
mind,
no
judgment
lets
you
take
the
blame
Send
those
bloody
strangers
back
from
where
they
came
Does
that
mean
me
too?
Oh
my
mother
in
her
small
red
coat
Stepping
off
the
boat
Doing
jobs
you're
too
damn
lazy
to
All
this
greatness
gone
to
waste
You
hide
your
eyes
and
turn
your
face
And
nothing
ever
changes,
no
Nothing
ever
changes
So
keep
your
bulldogs,
keep
your
flags
'Cause
talk
is
cheap
and
time
will
drag
And
nothing
ever
changes,
no
Nothing
ever
changes
I
will
be
English
And
all
I
hope
it
is
These
shores
I
will
claim
as
my
own
This
broken-down
Jerusalem
is
still
my
home
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