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《Farewell to Pripyat》歌词

所属专辑: Voyage 歌手: Christy Moore 时长: 04:38
Farewell to Pripyat

[00:00:00] Farewell To Pripjat - Christy Moore

[00:00:17] It was a Friday in April 1986

[00:00:22] The day that the nightmare began

[00:00:27] When the dust it rained down on our buildings and streets

[00:00:32] And entered our bedrooms at noon

[00:00:36] Touched the grass and the streets bicycles cars

[00:00:42] Beds books and picture frames too

[00:00:47] We stood around helpless confused

[00:00:52] Nobody knew what to do

[00:00:59] At two o'clock on Sunday the buses arrived

[00:01:04] A fleet of a thousand or more

[00:01:09] We were ordered to be on our way

[00:01:14] Not knowing what lay in store

[00:01:18] Some of our citizens fled in dismay

[00:01:23] And looked for a good place to hide

[00:01:28] Four o'clock came and the last bus pulled out

[00:01:33] T'was the day our lovely town died

[00:01:41] And the shirts sheets and handkerchiefs crack in the wind

[00:01:45] On the window ledge the withering plants

[00:01:50] And the Ladas and Volga's are parked by the door

[00:01:55] And the bike's in its usual stance

[00:02:00] Our evergreen trees lie withered and drooped

[00:02:05] They've poisoned our fertile land

[00:02:10] The streets speak a deafening silence

[00:02:16] Nothing stirs but the sand

[00:02:25] A visit back home is so eerie today

[00:02:30] A modern Pompeii on view

[00:02:34] To see all the old shops and the Forest Hotel

[00:02:40] And the Promyet Cinema too

[00:02:44] The mementos we gathered were all left behind

[00:02:49] Our Photos letters and cards

[00:02:54] The toys of our children untouchable now

[00:02:59] Toy soldiers left standing on guard

[00:03:07] So fare thee well Pripyat my home and my soul

[00:03:12] Your sorrow can know no relief

[00:03:16] A terrifying glimpse of the future you show

[00:03:21] Your children all scattered like geese

[00:03:26] The clothes line still sways but the owners long gone

[00:03:31] As the nomadic era returns

[00:03:36] The question in black and white blurred into grey

[00:03:41] The answer is too easy to learn

[00:03:48] And the shirts sheets and handkerchiefs crack in the wind

[00:03:53] On the window ledge the withering plants

[00:03:58] And the Ladas and Volga's are parked by the door

[00:04:03] And the bike's in its usual stance

[00:04:08] Our evergreen trees lie withered and drooped

[00:04:13] They've poisoned our fertile land

[00:04:18] The streets speak a deafening silence

[00:04:24] Nothing stirs but the sand