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B Yellow - Crimson Skies | Текст Иностранной Песни
A fusion begins, the end is near, Cauldrons on the hills are starting to froth, Valleys sway the lifeless country around in the opening of the lakes, The dusty red baron
B Yellow - Ballad Of Tay Bridge | Текст Иностранной Песни
The station was so dark, so quiet and still, There was nothing in the air, the air was bracing, Christmas day had past he was coming home your loved one. And over the valleys
B Yellow - Fall Of The Wall | Текст Иностранной Песни
A barbed wire barricade, divided the town, Everyone chanted TEAR THAT THING DOWN! No one could pass from east to west, Hundreds that tried they were put to rest.
B Yellow - Raise Your Flag | Текст Иностранной Песни
Its the birth of a new nation which caused devastation in its wake, You put your rifle on the floor to signify the truest end, The town-criers run outside and begin the ending
B Yellow - Shadows | Текст Иностранной Песни
She was running from the shadows, To a place that she called home, The village that rose over the valley (valley of the fall), The one place she would never be alone.
B Yellow - Golden Age | Текст Иностранной Песни
Ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, Ah-ah-ah-ah,Ah. The howling winds rustle the loneliest tides,Humming the tunes, as the sea drifts, Our holsters aligned, with no more
B Yellow - Before The Tide | Текст Иностранной Песни
There are mountains which could move for you, There are gods which would say that's true, I felt like an Olympian, With a torch burning for you. Towers will rise!
B Yellow - Beacon | Текст Иностранной Песни
Smuggling across the rocky bay, The island coast is out of sight, Over the border we've got away, Naval forces abandon the chase. Atlantic winds now rage, pulling
B Yellow - Where Real Soldiers Roam | Текст Иностранной Песни
Run, run, run right away, The battle is coming, they will take you away. They've claimed our land as their own, They'll drive you from our homes. War-torn
B Yellow - Moscow Red | Текст Иностранной Песни
Dragging his feet right down the track, Hes carrying a rifle on his back, Marching in time, its like he said; Draped in Moscow Red. Many a thousand left that day,
