Текст песни Midnight Oil - Arctic World
Midnight Oil - Arctic World слова песни
I don`t want to grow anything in my heartI don`t want to write all these things int he sandI don`t wish to listen and not understandI don`t want to tramp up the footpath of staresDon`t want to be an advocateDon`t want to be a momumentThere is nothing that grows in your arctic worldI don`t want to breathe that Smithsonian airI don`t want to listen when they toll the bell`cos I can`t take another industrial feastOn the ground, on my back, out thereI want to meet the presidentOf a country without senseThere is nothing that grows in his arctic worldThere is nothing that grows in your arctic worldThere is nothing that grows in this arctic world