A skylark sings.



As if wishing could make it true,
dear Leningrad it was you,
who held a candle to the dark night,
set free the light.

Star star of wonder why,
did he not try,
amongst the rubble
and the fears,
such strong tears,
liberty this much shall be thee,
that where played,
for the gentle maid,
a greening of the forest.

Even at midnight,
you came shining through.

Apples on the trees,
after a spring that dug a new well,
we be,
as thee,
skipping lane,
future for the game.

They dug up the bones of their old dog
and made soup
and did Terechkova,
think of you,
as she circled the earth,
come it is worth,
so young and undone,
the burnt barley field and the strangled chicken run,
pauvre enfants,
true.


The laughter of the clowns,
an imperial spell is down,
mice make new friends.

The people's cell,
that was such hell.

Could not the powder boy,
sing with such joy
and see the fight begin,
pass it on,
love has begun.

Now as red white and blue,
we wish we could tell you sir,
that your magic in air,
was healing and care,
crawling under the barbed wire,
setting them on fire,
a sign for the world,
they shall not pass,
that thane of liberty's game
and the poet,
if music be the food of love,
play on.

For ever and ever amen.

Mother Russia.
that loves us all.
heard the call,
always cakes for tea,
I saw you weeping on the village side,
this crime so wide,
that courage would be true,
our dreams are for you.

That she shall come through,
liberty, equality and this friend,
that put an end,
to hatred on the heath,
a wishing wreath.

As a linnet with eternity to spare,
take care.

The sun sits in it's place,
jealous of your time,
that sacrificed,
for the mime,
they shall not pass
and the class of undone again,
quietness,
wails of despair,
your last daughter was there,
a triumph of that hill,
that broke their will.

Even tide for dancing,
sharing and caring,
will get you to,
fly on
and remember,
it was done for the blue sky.

The start,
of an end to it,
food in the pantry,
dreaming,
for the children at school,
flowers for the brave,
not lost to save,
a skylark ascends,
after the end of guns,
she is here,
no fear
and the remembering,
as all of us,
because.

We loved you to,
grew strength.

Gold cloth,
length upon length,
the chatter of sparrows,
a summer fire,
that sharing in the woods,
kind hood,
merry well,
an end to hell.

As yet I awake amidst the silence
and the wailing,
stout ship sailing,
that gave such a dream to the world,
before the organ sound,
flashing white in the winter night,
the trumpets raise the fair
and the ranks,
raise a strong cheer,
even here,
is the good deer,
even here.

Played then as now,
a thought for the players,
that were killed in the line,
did you make them laugh again,
did you bring the fresh spring rain,
this ring,
Leningrad.

Merci vraiment,
thank you kindly.

That made us as one,
that does ever carry on,
a fight in Leningrad..


Across to the night,
freedom's light.

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