Peau - Enola Gay | Текст песни

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• Peau
• Enola Gay

Little boy
far away from home
sleeping 'fore the shock
waiting to be dropped

Mother Gay
pregnant aeroplane
take care of me
I'm your big bomb baby

Nineteen fortyfive
first and last to fly
don't ask me why
even if I cry

Sad monday
whisper Enola Gay
teach her atomic son
how to fly on his own

I wish I could abort
that you were not aboard
Sweet son you are so strong
is there a worse weapon?

Quietly
in my cosy belly
cracking the air
we could fly anywhere

but they choose this place
and then turn their face
leaving a nightmare
the story of warfare

I'll see one million suns
a billion killing guns
white light in the air
and black cloud everywhere

O my God, what have we done?
O my little boy, you're reduced to none