О, Джонни (O Johnnie) Музыка: народная Слова: Юэн Макколл
O Johnnie, o Johnnie,
Just listen to what I say,
It s the God s truth, I tell you, I m not lying:
You can t swim the crawl
Or kick a soccer ball
When from radiation sickness you are dying.
You can t sprint down the track
With a bullet in your back,
A punch won t stop a bomb when it s falling;
When you find yourself in trouble
Under eighty tons of rubble,
Don t expect to hear the referee a-calling.
You re not good at the trapeze
When you re cut off by the knees
Or burned by napalm to a cinder;
And you don t feel at your best
With a bayonet in your chest
Or when a flame-thrower makes you burn like tinder.
O Johnnie, o Johnnie,
It s time to get some sense
And show ... that you ve got some kind of pride, lad.
From a hundred different lands
There are youngsters joining hands,
And it s time that you a-standing by their side, lad.
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