Текст песни: Fickle Sun (i) + перевод

And on the day the work is done

We toil away in fickle sun

And on the day the wire is spun

And so the dismal work is done

All over here it’s darkened still

A cumulus of pride and will

Dissolved in all the oil and steam

The will of all our hopeless schemes

The line is long, the line is great

And humans turning back to clay

Right there beneath the fickle sun

The empty eyes, the end begun

Oh, the crew is done

Now the boats are all astray

There’s no one rowing anyway

There’s no one rowing anymore

The end has come, the men ashore

All the boys are going down

Falling over, one night gone

All the boys are turned around

Long for soldiers everyone

All the boys are falling down

Fallen to ashes in the ground

When I was a young soldier

I turned my eyes directly to the sun

To burn off all that I had seen

To wipe away what I had to be

To be recast as something new

When I was a young soldier

(The brittle foil, the breaks of light)

When I was a young soldier

(Click click click click)

When I was a young soldier

(Click click click click)

(And on the day the work is done)

(And on the day the chick had sung)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the wind had sung)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the work is done)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the chick had sung)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the wind had sung)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the work is done)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the chick had sung)

When I was a young soldier

(And on the day the wind had sung)

(When I was a young soldier)

When I was a young soldier

(When I was a young soldier)

(The brittle foil, the breaks of light)

(The brittle foil, the breaks of light)

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