Текст песни Дюна - Старый сарай

Solar month of May was hot, our old barn curve
You're not a dog barking, do not frighten my old barn
Joy and pain stored somewhere haunting light my dream
In the wake behind it and I say it without me bad

And though they fell into the hands of stars to us
I have one in my hand, I'll give it to you
And let the sun keep your house
We will believe until we live
We love is live
The offense does not come on, do not sell your old barn

Years go by the recession, these rivers can not turn back
Do not shoot at random, someone is glad, you will only himself to blame
Just an eccentric turned just this life in a brothel
Would he not a fool, but a nickel in your pocket, nothing else

Do not become white palace curve barn
Do not grow grass in the winter watered, not water
And what luck will come to our house
We will believe until we live