Текст (слова) песни: Air Supply - The Vanishing Race
Sun, I can`t slow you down Run, build on sacred ground All of the leavesd have blown away Ghosts on a distant highway In a vanishing race Sleep, if your eyes must close Weep, over a poisoned rose Soon all the tears will blow away Dust on a distant highway In the vanishing race Fly, closer to the sun Fight, `till your world is one Soon all the stars will burn away Ghosts on a different highway In the vanishing race Oh, shall we sleep tonight Take all your dreams and drive away Smoke on a distant highway From the vanishing race All my people Respect your Mother Earth Thank you for this life and this breath And all my people`s strength
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