Текст песни Beautiful Child - Rufus Wainwright

When I am older than
These small goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still

Oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again (oh-oh)
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again

When I have finally found, my room filled with toys
Banging on my crib, excited by noise

Oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again

And when there's nothing to gain
Or bring me pain
Or pin the blame on you or myself
And when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burdened crosses
God's twilight

Oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel, oh, how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again (oh)
Beautiful child, such a beautiful child again (oh)
Such a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again

When I am older than
These small goddamned hills