Jeff Wayne War of The Worlds 1978 все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Journalist: For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little red brick house, Carrie and her father were gone.

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you’re not here

I watch the birds fly south across the Autumn sky,