Pogues

Lorca`s Novena

  irish  folk-punk  folk-rock  celtic punk  folk punk
795 3 часа назад

Текст песни Pogues - Lorca`s Novena

Pogues - Lorca`s Novena слова песни


Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca`s corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Другие песни Pogues:

Pogues - The Sun And The Moon
день назад 491 (не задано)
Pogues - The Sunnyside Of The Street
день назад 437 (не задано)
Pogues - The Wake Of The Medusa
день назад 485 (не задано)
Pogues - Thousands Are Sailing
3 дня назад 615 (не задано)
Pogues - Tombestone
3 дня назад 594 (не задано)

Похожие артисты:

wispoz.com © 2007-2026