Текст песни Nana Mouskouri - Sons Of
Nana Mouskouri - Sons Of слова песни
Sons of the thief, sons of the saintWho is the child with no complaintSons of the great or sons unknownAll were children like your ownThe same sweet smiles and the same sad tearsThe cries at night, the nightmare fearsSons of the great, sons unknownAll were children like yourownSo long agoBut sons of tycoons or sons of the farmAll of their children run from your armsThrough fields of gold through fields of ruinAll of their chidren vanish too soonIn towering waves in walls of fleshAmong dying birds trembling with deathSons of tycoons or sons of the farmsAll of their children run from your armsSons of your sands or sons passing byChildren we lost in a lullabySons of true love and sons of regretAll of their sons you cannot forgetSome build the roads, some wrote the poemsSome went to war, some never came homeSons of your sons orsons passing byChildren we lost in a lullabySo long ago, long, long ago