Gospel of Mary
What goes flying through august clouds
Cut the golden sky
Lonely sound descends to her
Like a judgement pronounced upon her head
Drifting in the open space
Vessel without a sail
Planted on the barren shore
Beautiful and wild, full of sorrow
Mary Magdalene sets her feet upon the burning sand
Mary Magdalene lifts her eyes to Heaven and is gone
Strokes her hair with idle hands
And paints her perfect facе
Steps into the market squarе
Filled with daunt desires and full of grace
She offers all to anxious eyes
The wisdom of the flesh
Tempts the paupers and the kings
The priest turns to the altar to confess
Mary Magdalene moves her mouth to kiss the blazing sun
Mary Magdalene lifts her eyes to Heaven and is gone
What goes flying through august clouds
Cut the golden sky
Lonely sound descends to her
Beautiful and wild, full of sorrow
Mary Magdalene sets her feet upon the burning sand
Mary Magdalene lifts her eyes to Heaven and is gone
Mary Magdalene moves her mouth to kiss the blazing sun
Mary Magdalene lifts her eyes to Heaven is gone