KILBURN HIGH ROAD | Текст і Переклад (по кліку) Пісні

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Many's the day I took for granted

Breathing the air that sinlenced some

As the North Wind blew

With its head of thunder

Beating its breast with a war drenched song

Bathe awhile, awash in slumber

Cry what's left to sleep

Where you dream of the love you left forever

But pity no more nor grieve

For we're the kings of it all

For the day we were born

Now we're the kings of the Kilburn High

Sure we'll always take a drop and we'll never leave a sup

Your empty glass is but a tear filled eye

We were the kings of the Kilburn High

Listen to the sound of dead men dying

Переклад (по кліку) і текст пісні Kilburn High Road - Flogging Molly