Текст песни Darby Terence Trent - As Yet Untitled
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Out by a shanty where the dust hangs highFar from a river where things grow greenThe flowers weep and they lean awayFrom the blood stained soil beneath my feet.The thorns outnumber the petals on the roseAnd the darkness amplifies the sound of printers` inkOn propaganda pageThat will rule your life and fuel my rage.I tried to bend my kneesBut my knees were already bentI haven`t stood like a man for such a long time nowI called on my god but he was sleeping on that dayI guess I`ll have to depend on me.Shall I tell my children if they ask of meDid I surrender forth my right to be?Y`see my daddy died to leave this haunting groundAnd this same ground still haunts me.The cool September blows the seeds awayThe harvest blown again this yearBut I`ll return a stronger manI`ll return to me my homelandNo grave shall hold my body downThis land is still my home.