Farewell To Pripchat-John McDermott

[ti:Farewell To Pripchat] [ar:John McDermott] [al:Old Friends] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.13]Farewell To Pripchat - John McDermott [00:01.48]Written by：Tim Donnehy [00:02.56] [00:15.43]Friday in april 1986 [00:19.37] [00:20.11]The day that nightmare begun [00:23.12] [00:24.58]When the dust it fell down [00:26.88]On our buildings and streets [00:29.53]And entered our buildings at noon [00:32.88] [00:34.29]Touched the grass and trees bicycyles cars [00:38.69] [00:39.48]Beds books and picture frames too [00:42.72] [00:44.34]We stood around helpless confused [00:48.38] [00:49.20]Nobody knew what to do [00:52.86] [00:56.37]At two o'clocks sunday the buses arrived [01:00.40] [01:01.19]A fleet of a thousand or more [01:04.84] [01:06.61]We were ordered to be on our way [01:10.12] [01:10.71]Not knowing what lay in store [01:13.87] [01:15.69]Some of our citizens fled in dismay [01:20.35]And looked for a good place to hide [01:23.83] [01:25.37]Four o'clock came [01:27.40]And the last bus pulled out [01:29.38] [01:29.94]T'was the day that our lively town died [01:33.39] [01:37.35]And the shirts sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind [01:42.03]On the window ledge the withering plants [01:45.14] [01:47.08]And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door [01:51.13] [01:51.72]And the bikes in it's usual stance [01:54.58] [01:56.67]Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped [02:00.87] [02:01.51]They've poisoned our fertile land [02:04.72] [02:06.31]The streets speak a deafening silence [02:10.42] [02:12.04]Nothing stirs but the sand [02:14.28] [02:20.85]A visit back home is so eerie today [02:24.90] [02:25.59]A modern pompei in view [02:28.59] [02:29.99]To see all the old shops [02:32.46]Ond the forest hotel [02:34.38] [02:35.02]And the promyet cinema too [02:38.33] [02:40.06]The momentos we gathered all left behind [02:43.93] [02:44.84]Our photos and letters and cards [02:48.08] [02:49.81]The toys of our children untouchable now [02:54.20]Toy soldiers left standing on guard [02:57.94] [03:01.95]Fare thee well pripchat my home and my soul [03:05.86] [03:06.54]Your sorrow can know no relief [03:09.54] [03:11.43]A terrifying glimpse of the future you show [03:15.36] [03:16.19]Your children all scattered like geese [03:19.14] [03:21.06]The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone [03:25.62]As the nomadic era returns [03:28.85] [03:30.72]The questions in black and white blurred into grey [03:34.51] [03:35.54]The answer is too easy to learn [03:38.64] [03:42.51]And the shirts sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind [03:46.96]On the window ledge the withering plants [03:50.28] [03:51.99]And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door [03:56.29] [03:56.94]And the bikes in it's usual stance [03:59.80] [04:01.81]Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped [04:05.80] [04:06.58]They've poisoned our fertile land [04:09.54] [04:11.41]The streets speak a deafening silence [04:15.56] [04:17.16]Nothing stirs but the sand [04:19.26] [04:23.36]And the shirts sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind [04:27.47] [04:28.05]On the window ledge the withering plants [04:31.17] [04:32.83]And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door [04:37.59]And the bikes in it's usual stance [04:40.81] [04:42.66]Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped [04:46.72] [04:47.44]They've poisoned our fertile land [04:50.64] [04:52.22]The streets speak a deafening silence [04:56.54] [04:59.30]Nothing stirs [05:00.76] [05:01.49]But the sand