Представляем точный текст композиции "African" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Barclay James Harvest . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «African» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Barclay James Harvest передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Barclay James Harvest - "African"
Lyrics to African : Through the eyes of a child Theres no wrong or right No reason to hate No need for a fight No colour, no creed No malice, no greed Till the child becomes a man Give up your freedom Hand back your rights Then change your colour now Youre black not white And therell never be a piece of the action Now youre an African Forget beliefs and swallow your pain Youre just a number now And Boys your name And youll never get a piece of the action Now youre a working man African, Asian, its all the same Brown, black, Caucasian Its all the same Slave labour, working class Whats in a name' Far left, far right, centre Its power they crave The politics of Apartheid The politics of shame The cold abuse of human rights Of torture and of pain Are only part of the action When youre an African The politics of making more The politics of greed The cold abuse of poverty To keep your labour cheap Are only part of the action When youre a working man African, Asian, its all the same Brown, black, Caucasian Its all the same Slave labour, working class Whats in a name' Far left, far right, centre Far left, far right, centre Far left, far right, centre Its power they crave The politics of buying arms When theres no food to eat The politics of digging gold Instead of planting seeds The leader with his private golf course And his flashy cars Sits playing with his diamond wrist watch While the people starve The politics of shooting down A plane that brings relief By fat men playing power games Whove got enough to eat The politics of racial hate The politics of war The men who sell the guns have fun While we all count the score One, two, three, four Thousands, millions People dying just to keep Them in the action Through the eyes of a man Theres wrong and theres right A reason to hate Theres need for a fight Theres colour, theres creed Theres malice, theres greed When the child becomes a man [ African Lyrics ]
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