Перевод песни Working Week – South Africa

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If I should ever call your name
falling close to dawn
you'll understand
the dreams I have
of strange and distant lands
Segregated townships
frozen with hardest tears
burnt out cars
empty schools
marking out the years.
Oh, if we could ever change their minds
we could walk so tall
and so proud
Oh, given faith and time
we'd walk so tall
and so proud
to South Africa
If we walked along the shore
to deserts flat and dry
see oceans turn to burning sand
beneath the endless sky
Even if the mountains fell
or water turned to wine
I'd never know why racial hate
governed in these times.
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— Trombone solo —
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