Текст песни Doors, The — Wild Child

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Wild child full of grace,
Savior of the human race.
Your cool face…

Natural child, terrible child.
Not your mother's or your father's child.
Your our child, screaming wild…

An ancient rulage of grains
And the trees of the night!
Ha, ha, ha, ha…

With hunger at her heels,
Freedom in her eyes,
She dances on her knees…
Pirate prince at her side.
Stirring into a hollow idol eyes…

Wild child full of grace…
Savior of the human race…
Your cool face …
Your cool face…
Your cool face…

Do you remember when we were in Africa?

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