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 - O Little Town of Bethlehem » John Mcdermott - Panis Angelicus » John Mcdermott - Oh Rowan Tree » John Mcdermott - Ave Maria » John Mcdermott - My Bonnie » John Mcdermott - Christmas in The Trenches » John Mcdermott - My Ain Folk » John Mcdermott - Christmas Memories » John Mcdermott - Sweet Sister Mary » John Mcdermott - Wild Mountain Thyme » John Mcdermott - Believe Me if All Those Endearing Young » John Mcdermott - The Harp That Once » John Mcdermott - Old Tin Star » John Mcdermott - Suo Gan » John Mcdermott - The Bard of Armaugh » John Mcdermott - Lo How a Rose Eer Blooming » John Mcdermott - Fairwell to Pripchat » John Mcdermott - The Green Fields of France » John Mcdermott - The Sun is Burning » John Mcdermott - The Spinningwheel Рекомендуем скачать: » Калина Виктор - УБИВАЛИ СВЯЩЕННИКА » Кабриолет - НА КОШ ДАДО » Константин Еремин - Голоса из пробирки » Круг Михаил - Белый снег » Крестовый туз - ЛЁХА – БАНДИТ » Кирилл Ривель - А.Кивину » Кирилл Прохоров - В моей жизни есть старый, прекрасный мотив... » Кристина Орбакайте - Дождь » Коррозия Металла - Каннибал » Кристина Орбакайте - Все, что им нужно » Комитет Охраны Тепла, КОТ - Так сказал Джа » Красная Плесень - Ранее не изданная вещь » Климнюк Андрей - Зорька » Краски - Сегодня к маме я приехала домой » Крематорий - Шпалер » Константин Пронин - Мне грустно » Коррозия Металла - Смерть Цунарефам » Крематорий - Дом "Голубые Глаза" » Каста - Мы берем это на улицах » Коррозия Металла - Let`s Go Shake, Shake
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