turned toward me Like a platter made of gold My death, it almost bored me So often was it told And I cried `Mercy' I cried mercy on me Cryind `Mercy' Have mercy
mop The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner meals The meal trolley's wicked wheels A hooked bone rising from my food All things either good or ungood. And the mercy
Превод: Ник Кејв и Бад Сеедс. Милост.
Превод: Ник Кејв и Бад Сеедс. Помирилиштем.
Превод: Ник Кејв и Бад Сеедс. Милост - Мисерицордиа (Спанисх Версион).
Превод: Ник Кејв и Бад Сеедс. Мерци Сеат - Светилиште (Спанисх Версион).