Primordial - The Coffin Ships - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Young hearts born with grief

Will pay the penalty of truth

A season of stolen youth

Shall teach old hearts to break

It feels like I've been here before

Here to where the animals lay down to die

So we stood alone on a distant store

Our broken spirits in rags and tatters

Nerve and muscle, heart and brains

Lost to Ireland, lost in vain

Pause and you can almost hear

The sounds echo down through the ages

The creak of the burial cart

Here in humiliation and sorrow

Not mixed with indignation

One is driven to exclaim

Oh god, that bread should be so dear

And human flesh so cheap[*]

Young hearts are born with such grief

We have paid the penalty of truth

A season of our stolen youth

Shall teach our hearts to break

Lyrics: A.A. Nemtheanga

Music: MacUilliam and Primordial

[*Taken from a memorial to the dead at a mass grave in Skibereen, Co. Cork]

["Between the years 1845 and 1849 a famine ravaged Ireland and over 3 million people were lost to a combination of starvation and emigration I said once before the history of my land is a litany of tragedy and blood, these four years represent possibly the greatest tragedy the country has endured. It still hangs over Ireland and set the tone for Irish people to leave Ireland shores to the present day. The coffin ships themselves were what the ships that set sail for America in search of a new and better life were called. It's with this song we honour the memory of this great tragedy and those poor souls who lost their lives."]