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
译文: 尼克洞和坏种子. 怜悯.
译文: 尼克洞和坏种子. 在施恩座.
译文: 尼克洞和坏种子. 慈悲 - Misericordia(西班牙语版).
译文: 尼克洞和坏种子. 在施恩座 - Santuario(西班牙语版).