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Потом The Darkness.

Куда же без Сестрички?

Вспомним и Лондон после полуночи.

KIng Diamond.

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My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool

Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school

To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here

I fought for King and country I love dear

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung

The frozen field of France were still, no Christmas song was sung

Our families back in England were toasting us that day

Their brave and glorious lads so far away

I was lyin' with my mess-mates on the cold and rocky ground

When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound

Says I "Now listen up me boys", each soldier strained to hear

As one young German voice sang out so clear

"He's singin' bloddy well you know", my partner says to me

Soon one by one each German voice joined in in harmony

The cannons rested silent. The gas cloud rolled no more

As Christmas brought us respite from the war

As soon as they were finished a reverent pause was spent

'God rest ye merry, gentlemen' struck up some lads from Kent

The next they sang was 'Stille Nacht". "Tis 'Silent Night'" says I

And in two toungues one song filled up that sky

"There's someone commin' towards us" the front-line sentry cried

All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side

His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright

As he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night

Then one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land

With neither gun nor bayonet we met there hand to hand

We shared some secret brandy and wished each other well

And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave 'em hell

We traded chocolates, cigarettes and photgraphs from home

These sons and fathers far away from families of their own

Young Sanders played his squeeze box and they had a violin

This curious and unlikely band of men

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more

With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war

But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night

"whose family have I fixed within my sights?"

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung

The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung

For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war

Had been crumbled and were gone for ever more

My name is Francis Tolliver. In Liverpool I dwell

Each Christmas come since World War One I've learned it's lessons well

That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame

And on each end of the rifle we're the same

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