Текст песни New Model Army - My People 4 38
New Model Army - My People 4 38 слова песни
(Sullivan)Stare across the crowd, the fear and love in their facesThe children of the tribes, prisoners of the flags unfurlingProtect us in these changing timesThe warm embrace, the killing price...My people right or wrongRemember running from the hall as the voices screamed behind usI felt I`d die for you in the sunlit hills of our homeThe moments come the recede awayThe empty words, the hollow light of day...My people right or wrongAnd outside is coldStaring up at the lighted windowAnd in the bitter homeThe thicker the blood the faster it keeps on flowingGet in your place, boyLet`s take what`s ours, boyUnderstand the price, boyI`ve seen those who try to make a life without kin for everSo I`ve taken my place uncertain at your shoulderThe last few prayers, the whistle blow,And into the fray once more we goMy people right or wrong