Roger Waters - The Echoes Never Fade from That Fusillade | Текст песни

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RINGMASTER
The echoes never fade from that fusillade
Lafayette fired upon
An unarmed crowd, six thousand strong

The fragile ship of State
Sinks beneath the waves
The crashing sea of blood
Drowns out the sound of the parade
They tidied up the Champs du Mars
They piled up the dead
The dead whose only crime had been
To dream of freedom
The dead who’d never get to see
The King would be restored instead