Текст песни: Run Through The Fields + перевод

From a page of untold stores

Comes a tale of the nameless

And unknown

They all live for the air they’re breathing

And the day when they’ll

Reap and sow the seeds that they have sown

Oh I, run through the fields

And I see poverty

Feelings of misery

Oh I, run through the streets

And I can’t help but see

There’s nothing for you and me

Children cry in the house of prayer

Father starve to supply

Their daily bread

As the sun sets upon

These humble people

All their lives will be stories

Of the nameless and unknown

Oh I, run through the fields

And I see poverty

Feelings of misery

Oh I, run through the streets

And I can’t help but see

There’s nothing for you and me

They won’t be saved

In the home of the brave

And my heart is so afraid

Oh I, run through the fields

And I see poverty

Feelings of misery

Oh I, run through the streets

And I can’t help but see

There’s nothing for you and me

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