Текст песни: Jane Siberry - The Magic Beads
I reached the desert as the sun was rising
On the day that you were passing through
The caravan you travelled in was crowded
I didn`t like the people around you
Those people hushed me when I tried to call you
The pushed me back and would not let me through
And these thin arms weren`t strong enough to part them
So back into the roadside rocks I withdrew
Sometimes I am nervous when the night comes
I hear so many noises that are new
But I try not to think of you too often
I try not to use the beads you threw
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
But when will I see you again
In daytime I do dances for the tourists
I strike a pose I hope they can`t ignore
My hope is to attract your caravan to me
And then beat them to your side before they know
Oh babe I`m really sitting by the road
I hug my knees and hope that I`ll see you
I made up that bit about the dances
But it keeps me from using the beads you threw
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
But when will I see you again
Your caravan told me I was not one of them
Because the way I talked was not part of their school
I made too much fun of California
Well--I made too much fun of paper tools
You yourself--you told me not to join them
You said I would do better where I was
But is this really true--I get so lonely
The only wine that fills me up is you
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
But when will I see you again
I am not as nervous when the night comes
And darkness falls among these desert rocks
Even though I still touch your beads and wish for you
Waiting becomes easier than not
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
I just wanted to see you again
But when will I see you again
when?
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I reached the desert as the sun was rising
On the day that you were passing through
The caravan you travelled in was crowded
I didn`t like the people around you
Those people hushed me when I tried to call you
The pushed me back and would not let me through
And these thin arms weren`t strong enough to part them
So back into the roadside rocks I withdrew
Sometimes I am nervous when the night comes
I hear so many noises that are new
But I try not to think of you too often
I try not to use the beads you threw
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
But when will I see you again
In daytime I do dances for the tourists
I strike a pose I hope they can`t ignore
My hope is to attract your caravan to me
And then beat them to your side before they know
Oh babe I`m really sitting by the road
I hug my knees and hope that I`ll see you
I made up that bit about the dances
But it keeps me from using the beads you threw
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
But when will I see you again
Your caravan told me I was not one of them
Because the way I talked was not part of their school
I made too much fun of California
Well--I made too much fun of paper tools
You yourself--you told me not to join them
You said I would do better where I was
But is this really true--I get so lonely
The only wine that fills me up is you
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
But when will I see you again
I am not as nervous when the night comes
And darkness falls among these desert rocks
Even though I still touch your beads and wish for you
Waiting becomes easier than not
Oh babe I conjured you up by mistake
I know that I`m supposed to wait
I just wanted to see you again
But when will I see you again
when?
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