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Текст песни Billy Bragg - A Pict Song

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Rome never looks where she treadsAlways her heavy hooves fallOn our stomachs, our hearts and our headsAnd rome never hears when we bawlHer sentries pass on -- that is allAnd we gather behind them in hordesAnd plot to reconquer the wallWith only our tongues for our swordsFor we are the little folk -- we!Too little to love or to hateLeave us alone and youll seeThat we can bring down the stateMistletoe killing an oakRats gnawing cables in twoMoths making holes in a cloakHow they must love what they do!Yes -- and we little folk tooWe are as busy as theyWorking our works out of viewWatch, and youll see it some dayNo indeed! we are not strongBut we know of peoples that areYes and well guide them alongTo smash and destroy you in warWe shall be slaves just the same? Yes, we have always been slavesBut you -- you will die of the shameAnd then we will dance on your gravesWe are the worm in the wood!We are the rot at the root!We are the taint in the blood!We are the thorn in the foot!Rudyard kipling

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