Текст песни Keane Dolores - The Island
Keane Dolores - The Island слова песни
They say the skies of Lebanon are burningThose mighty cedars bleeding in the heatThey`re showing puctures on the televisionWomen and children dying in the streetAnt we`re still at it in our own placeStill trying to reach the future thru` the pastStill trying to care tomorrow from a tombstone.But hey! Don`t listen to me!Cos this wasn`t ment to be no sad songWe`ve heard to much of that beforeRight now I only want to be here with youTill the morning dew comes fallingI want to take you to the islandAnd trace your footprints in the sandAnd in the evening when the sun goes downWe`ll make love to the sound of the ocean.They`re raising banners over by the marketsWhitewashing slogans on the shipyard wallsWitch doctors praying for a mighty showdownNo way our holy flag is gonna fallUp here we scrifice our childrenTo feed the worn out dreams of yesterdayAnd teach them dying will lead us into gloryBut hey! Don`t listen ...Now I know us plain folks don`t see all the storyAnd I know this peace and love`s just copping outAnd I guess these young boys dying in the ditchesIs just what being free is all aboutAnd how this twisted wreckage down on Main StreetWill bring us all together in the endAnd we`ll go marching down the road to freedomeFreedome