Текст (слова) песни: John Mcdermott - Fairwell to Pripchat

It was a friday in april 1986,

The day that nightmare begun,

When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,

And entered our buildings at noon,

Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars

Beds, books and picture frames too,

We stood around helpless, confused,

Nobody knew what to do.

At two oclock on sunday the buses arrived,

A fleet of a thousand or more,

We were ordered to be on our way,

Not knowing what lay in store ,

Some of our citizens fled in dismay,

And looked for a good place to hide,

When four oclock came and the last bus pulled out,

Twas the day that our lively town died.

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And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind,

On the window ledge the withering plants,

And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door,

And the bikes in its usual stance.

Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped,

Theyve poisoned our fertile land,

The streets speak a deafening silence,

Nothing stirs but the sand.

A visit back home is so eerie today,

A modern pompei in view,

To see all the old shops ond the forest hotel,

And the promyet cinema too.

The momentos we gathered all left behind,

Our photos and letters and cards,

The toys of our children untouchable now,

Toy soldiers left standing on guard.

So fare thee well pripchat, my home and my soul,

Your sorrow can know no relief.

A terrifying glimpse of the future you show,

Your children all scattered like geese,

The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone.

As the nomadic era returns,

The questions in black and white blurred into grey,

The answer is too easy to learn.

(chorus)

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: John Mcdermott - Fairwell to Pripchat It was a friday in april 1986, The day that nightmare begun, When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets, And entered our buildings at noon, Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars Beds, books and picture frames too, We stood around helpless, confused, Nobody knew what to do. At two oclock on sunday the buses arrived, A fleet of a thousand or more, We were ordered to be on our way, Not knowing what lay in store , Some of our citizens fled in dismay, And looked for a good place to hide, When four oclock came and the last bus pulled out, Twas the day that our lively town died. (chorus) And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind, On the window ledge the withering plants, And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door, And the bikes in its usual stance. Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped, Theyve poisoned our fertile land, The streets speak a deafening silence, Nothing stirs but the sand. A visit back home is so eerie today, A modern pompei in view, To see all the old shops ond the forest hotel, And the promyet cinema too. The momentos we gathered all left behind, Our photos and letters and cards, The toys of our children untouchable now, Toy soldiers left standing on guard. So fare thee well pripchat, my home and my soul, Your sorrow can know no relief. A terrifying glimpse of the future you show, Your children all scattered like geese, The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone. As the nomadic era returns, The questions in black and white blurred into grey, The answer is too easy to learn. (chorus) (chorus) Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Fairwell to Pripchat: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/109/1/18257.html Все тексты песен: John Mcdermott » John Mcdermott - Mary of Argyle » John Mcdermott - One Last Cold Kiss » John Mcdermott - Never Be The Sun » John Mcdermott - The Rose of Tralee » John Mcdermott - Wild Mountain Thyme » John Mcdermott - The Old House » John Mcdermott - Voyage » John Mcdermott - Bluebells of Scotland » John Mcdermott - The Spinningwheel » John Mcdermott - The Metting of The Waters » John Mcdermott - Suo Gan » John Mcdermott - The Harp That Once » John Mcdermott - The Mountains of Mourne » John Mcdermott - Auld Lang Syne » John Mcdermott - Silent Night » John Mcdermott - The Spanish Lady » John Mcdermott - Christmas in The Trenches » John Mcdermott - Instrumental Medley 1 » John Mcdermott - Danny Boy » John Mcdermott - The Secret of Christmas Рекомендуем скачать: » Маша Распутина - Много разных на свете песен » Мария Махова - Про слонявую Луну и лунявого Луню » Михаил Щербаков - Песня толпы » Макс Фадеев - Лети за мной » Марина Самаркина - Мне ничего от тебя не нужно... » Михаил Волков - Сухопутный вальс » Машина Времени - Кошка гуляет сама по себе » Мистер Твистер - Рок-н-ролл без валидола » Мария Кочеткова - Сокол » Майя Кристалинская - Если вам ночью не спится » Марина Меламед - Автобус (посв. Марику Камцану) » Мария Махова - Мне спать пора, уже темно... » Михаил Трегер - Финальная песенка сказочного персонажа » Мара - Чужие жены » Михаил Трегер - Мы снова собрались за нашим столом... » Муслим Магомаев - Берегите друзей » Михаил Басаев - Осень » Маршал Александр - Белый пепел » Мин-Нет - На игле » Мария Школьник - Питер
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