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Well I worked on the railroad
For t’pence a day
Drank down one penny
The other I’d save
I hammered and I hammered
For God knows how long
Well into madness, with each setting sun
I put my head down and I dreamt you were here
With me by the ol’ tree, where no one could care

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found

Then the sun belched upon me
You were no longer here
Lyin’ in your place was my hammer and my gear
So I stamped out the fire that kept us both warm
The ashes were fallin’
Like the snow drops of old
We came to a mountain
Dynamite and she’ll blow
A big hole in that rock
Like the one in my soul

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found

We buried four workmen
They dug themselves well
>From four empty coffins, to four early graves
They’re only paddys, just paddys
Don’t dig them too deep
You’ll need all your strength boys
And they’re replaced easily
With the heat I was melting
Into your sweet lips
Ah, your kiss takes me back
Takes me back from all this

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found

Someone said it was Christmas
But not a tree was in sight
The only thing growin’ was my will to die
Till the gaffer said ‘men, your work here is done’
I said ‘I’ll see you in Hell, on that train we died for’
Never again, will I smell your sweet dream
But a pissed stained ol’ gutter where…
You lips used to be

Far Away Boys, Far Away Boys
Away from ya now
I’m lyin’ with my sweetheart
In her arms I’ll be found

W ich pokoju jest już ciemno
Za oknami zimna noc
Drzwi otwiera bardzo cicho
Delikatnie kładzie koc

Będą spały
Bo za ścianą czuwa on
Mog¹ być spokojne

Ref.
Zawsze będzie blisko
Gdy się zaczną bać
Dla nich odda...

Now chased by the shapes of your vowels
Look at the things she allows
Junction fever must have closed down the rail
The gluttonous wind keeps on nibbling the sail
Queuing in the ruins in the wake of the gale
It s harmony I say

Here the difference between close and near
The way oaths and oafs...

Chory krajobraz
horyzont mdły
pełznie jak kobra
gryzący dym
sypie płatkami
popiołu deszcz
spada na płaszcze
wytartych drzew

A nad miastem kołują najniżej
aniołowie strąceni pod ziemię
Niosą w dłoniach gałązki oliwne
i rozdają za darmo nadzieję
Małe skrzydła chcą ludziom przypinać
białe liry i szaty błyszczące
do aniołów strzelają myśliwi
aż od krwi pociemniało już słońce

Piszesz w powietrzu
ostatni list
zanim nie znikniesz
w szarości...

Ich bin verloren
Ich find kein Licht mehr in mir
Fühle mich so einsam
Was ist bloß mit mir passiert
Meine Tränen regnen
Sie hören nicht auf es werden immer mehr
Ich kann kaum atmen
Ich brauch dich jetzt
Ich brauch dich...

Call it new technology and they use it to burn and they show no concern
Work for their prosperity while the big wheels turn, now it s too late to learn

Don t upset the teacher
Though we know he lied to you
Don t upset the preacher
He s gonna close his eyes for...