Chimes sing Sunday morn
 Today’s the day she’s sworn
 To steal what she never could own
 And race from this hole she calls home

 Now you’re at the wheel
 Tell me how, how does it feel?
 So good to have equalised
 To lift up the lids of your eyes

 As the miles they disappear
 See land begin to clear
 Free from the filth and the scum
 This American satelite’s won

 She’ll carry on through it all
 She’s a waterfall

 She’ll carry on through it all
 She’s a waterfall

 See the steeple pine
 The hills as old as time
 Soon to be put to the test
 To be whipped by the winds of the west

 Stands on shifting sands
 The scales held in her hands
 The wind it just whips her and wails
 And fills up her brigantine sails

 She’ll carry on through it all
 She’s a waterfall

 She’ll carry on through it all
 She’s a waterfall

 
  (*non metto la traduzione perchè ormai sei bravissima in inglese)
 
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