Letra de The Hills on the Border - Sting

Oh, the hills on the border

'Bout this time of the year

When the mists seem to gather

In the valley of your fears

And you walk through that valley

As day turns to night

Is there something in the shadows

Or the failing of the light?

I was walking home last evening

When perhaps I should have ran

From a darkening of shadows

In the shape of a man

It said, "Talk to me, stranger

Or may I call you brother?

Let us make our way together

From this place to another

I don't carry any weapon

I don't carry any staff

But I'll carry half your burden

Till your journey's cut in half

Let me share of your burden

The lifetime you will carve

And the gravestone that you carry

Will be a burden halved"

He sat down by the roadside

As the mists they gathered 'round

Takes some cards from his pocket

That he spreads upon the ground

He said, "This card is a woman

You will love but not possess

And this card's a man you'll murder

But you'll never confess

I don't carry any weapon

I don't carry any staff

But I'll carry half your burden

Till your journey's cut in half

Let me share of your burden

This lifetime you will carve

And the gravestone that you carry

Will be a burden halved"

I said, "Why should I trust you?

Or the cards that you have thrown?

I don't know you from the Devil

And this burden is my own"

He said, "I have the gift of secrets

From our Father, little brother

Let us make our way together

From this world to another"

Oh, the hills on the border

'Bout this time of the year

When the mists seem to gather

In the valley of your fears

And you walk through that valley

Your coat around your ears

As you walk to the borders

From the valley of your fears

As you walk to the borders

From the valley of your fears

As you walk to the borders

From the valley of your fears

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