PJ Harvey - 09 Bitter Branches | Текст песни

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Bitter branches, spreading out -
There is none more bitter than the wood.
Into the white world it grows,
Twisting under soldier's feet.
Standing in lines in the damp earth underneath,
Holding up their rifles high,
Holding their young wives, who wave goodbye.

Hold up the clear glass to look and see
Soldiers standing and the roots twist underneath
Their young wives with white hands, wave goodbye
Their arms as bitter branches, speading into the world

Wave goodbye,
They wave goodbye.

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