Tác giả : Chris De Burgh
Người đăng : administrator, 13 năm trước
Well my furrows are filled with corn,
I have my woman to keep me warm,
But there's one thing that i do fear,
That eastern wind is getting near,
There's a shotgun beside my bed,
This is my country, where i was born and bred,
But i am sure, as the willow will grow,
That eastern wind is going to blow,
Blowing a hole in my life, eastern wind,
Running away with my life, eastern wind;
There's a woman who reads the stars,
She sees warlords on the planet mars,
And she said, "boy, you'd better beware,
That restless wind is getting near,
Blowing a hole in your life, eastern wind,
Running away with your life, eastern wind..."
They are coming, they are coming,
They are coming, look out!
In my dream, i saw a crowd,
They were burning the palace down,
I saw a mad old man, and i ran to the door,
And then that wind began to roar,
And when they come, they'll find me here,
I will not run, they will not see my fear,
And i will fight to the very end,
Before that wind i will never bend,
If they're blowing a hole in my life, eastern wind,
Oh running away with my life, eastern wind,
Taking the plough from my hands, eastern wind,
Taking every bit of my land, eastern wind...