Вступление:
These mist covered
mountains
Are home now for
meBut my home is the low lands
And always
will be
Someday you`ll
return to
Your valley and your
farms
And you`ll
no longer
burn
To
brothers in
arms
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of
fireI`ve watched all your suffering
As the battles
raged higher
And though they did
hurt me so
bad
In the fear and
alarm
You
did not
desert me
There`s so
many different
worlds
So
many different
suns
And
we have just one
world
But we
live in
different ones
Now the sun`s gone to hell
And the moon`s riding
highLet me bid your farewell
But its written in the
starlight
ANd every line on your
palm
We`re
fools to make
war
On our
brothers in
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