Текст и слова песни Ryan Biracree – Fathers in The Dust
The wind is blowin hard outside
There’s somethin at the door
Black cats swingin from balconies
Someone’s dyin on the floor
An’ we’re searching for our fathers in the dust
Get a hold get a hold get a hold on
Flyin over mountains
Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye
The black ocean surround the fire
Once I loved a woman
So the story goes
‘Don’t follow leaders’ he said
And still the wind it blows
Wishin for the grassland
And sittin on a hill
A piece of peace
I wish to see
Look out the window sill
There’s somethin at the door
Black cats swingin from balconies
Someone’s dyin on the floor
An’ we’re searching for our fathers in the dust
Get a hold get a hold get a hold on
Flyin over mountains
Wave bye bye to the hurricane eye
The black ocean surround the fire
Once I loved a woman
So the story goes
‘Don’t follow leaders’ he said
And still the wind it blows
Wishin for the grassland
And sittin on a hill
A piece of peace
I wish to see
Look out the window sill
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