Artisto: | The Dubliners (English) |
Uzanto: | Klaus Peter |
Daŭro: | 130 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 12 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
The Death of the Bear
(Donal McDonnald) Sung by the great Ronnie Drew
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1. The balalaika rings silent from Minsk to Red Square,
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The cortege assembles to bury the bear,
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Nadia Ro_stro_povich looks on in despair,
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With Irina, Catrina and Olga.
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2. And quietly rememb'ring her brother Ivan,
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Shot in the back in Afghanistan,
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The Stalinist purges, the snowy white grave,
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That_claimed Boris, Demitri and Igor.
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3. She remembered how proud she cheered with the crowd,
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When Youri Gargarin sailed over the clouds,
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Nadia and Ivan shouted aloud,
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We put the first man in space.
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4. But that was before the feared K.G.B.
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Put_a_question_mark over her own loyalty,
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To keep_an_eye on her com-rades, one, two, three
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Irina, Catrina and Olga.
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5. And poor Uncle Vlad, whom the Doc declared mad,
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For refusing to leave his beloved Leningrad,
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She stood in the doorway, tearful and sad,
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As they frog-marched him off to the Goolag.
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6. He took a last look at his own native hills,
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Where grew the red dog-woods and wild daffodils,
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The look on his face was haunting her still,
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Comrade Nadia Rostropovich.
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7. Sometimes alone she'd think of the West,
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Ladies with opals a-dorning their breast,
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Park_Avenue_poseurs who_behave like the Tzar,
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With silver coke spo-ons for their caviar.
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8. She'd reflect back to when she'd just turn-ed ten,
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And faithfull' subscribed to fair_play for all men,
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But seventy odd years of Bolshevik dreams
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Had worn down their pride and left her no means,
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To cope with her own disil-lusions.
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9. If Trotsky and Engels saw_the_Dachas and Zils,
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The Politburo boys with their hands in the till,
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The bear was long dead before he got ill,
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Was_it the cure or was it the fever?
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10. No_more_reds under beds to freak out the Feds,
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A defunct Superpower in tatters and shreds,
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The marks left by Karl leave them queuing for
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In the Caucuses, Baltics and Urals.
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