Текст песни: Ghost in the Music + перевод

Down at the station the tracks are cold

The wheels of thunder, they roll no more

And the heart of America cries for the souls

Who won’t be rollin' home

The dragon weeps with empty eyes

The whistle sighs no more in the night …

It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music

The soul of America’s pride

Toil of our fathers with foreign hands

They laid the tracks and they opened the plains

They fought the mountains and they merged our seas

They set America free

Tell me,…Where is the blaze of the hobo’s caldron?

The refuge for these poor and these fallen?

It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music

The soul of America’s pride

Foreign father… American son, father see what your son has done

He’s torn up the mountains

And reshaped the plains

The dreams he dreams aren’t the same

To the fallen ones who may still be askin

«Who'd take time to stir these ashes

Who’ll hear the lines of a ghost in the music

And kindle America’s pride?»

Tell me,… Where is the blaze of the hobo’s caldron?

The refuge for these poor and these fallen?

It rests in the lines, like a ghost in the music

The soul of America’s pride

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