Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills (Бегите к холмам)

Текст песни: White man came across the sea, He brought us pain and misery. He killed our tribes, he killed our creed, He took our game for his own need. We fought him hard, we fought him well, Out on the plains we gave him hell. But many came, too much for Cree, Oh, will we ever be set free? Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes, Galloping hard on the plains. Chasing the redskins back to their holes, Fighting them at their own game. Murder for freedom, a stab in the back. Women and children and cowards attack. Run to the hills, run for your lives. Run to the hills, run for your lives. Soldier blue in the barren wastes, Hunting and killing for game. Raping the women and wasting the men, The only good Indians are tame. Selling them whisky and taking their gold, Enslaving the young and destroying the old. Run to the hills, run for your lives. Run to the hills, run for your lives.

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Iron Maiden – <p>Iron Maiden is a British rock band that has had a significant impact on the development of rock metal in general.</p><p> Iron Maiden ranks as one of the most successful rock metal bands in human history over the past 40 years. They are on a par with such giants as Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, Judas Priest, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Metallica, Motorhead, Megadeth, AC / DC, Kiss, Scorpions, Helloween.</p><p> The founder of the group, the author of most of the songs (music and lyrics) and the permanent leader of the band is bass player Steve Harris.</p><p> Iron Maiden have sold over 100 million albums worldwide.</p> – Ирон Маиден
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White man came across the sea,
He brought us pain and misery.
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed,
He took our game for his own need.
We fought him hard, we fought him well,
Out on the plains we gave him hell.
But many came, too much for Cree,
Oh, will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,
Galloping hard on the plains.
Chasing the redskins back to their holes,
Fighting them at their own game.
Murder for freedom, a stab in the back.
Women and children and cowards attack.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,
Hunting and killing for game.
Raping the women and wasting the men,
The only good Indians are tame.
Selling them whisky and taking their gold,
Enslaving the young and destroying the old.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.
Run to the hills, run for your lives.


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