Текст песни The Last Day of June 1934 - Al Stewart
                                                The 
                                                morning 
                                                is 
                                                humming, 
                                                it's 
                                                    a 
                                                quarter 
                                                past 
                                                nine
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                working 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                vines
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'm 
                                                lying 
                                                here 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                friend 
                                                of 
                                                mine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watching 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                pick 
                                                the 
                                                grapes 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                hills 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fields 
                                                of 
                                                France 
                                                are 
                                                    a 
                                                home 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah, 
                                                but 
                                                today 
                                                lying 
                                                here 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                place 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                go 
                                                anywhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                slip 
                                                in 
                                                and 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                embrace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                some 
                                                old 
                                                and 
                                                familiar 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reflecting 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                dreams 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                face 
                                                like 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                June 
                                                1934
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                Cambridge 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                narrow 
                                                country 
                                                lane
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                bottle-green 
                                                Bentley 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                driving 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slips 
                                                and 
                                                skids 
                                                round 
                                                    a 
                                                corner, 
                                                then 
                                                pulls 
                                                straight 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heads 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                drive 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lights 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                party 
                                                shine 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                fields
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                lovers 
                                                and 
                                                dancers 
                                                watch 
                                                catherine 
                                                wheels
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                argue 
                                                realities 
                                                digging 
                                                their 
                                                heels
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                that's 
                                                finished 
                                                with 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                lost 
                                                wind 
                                                of 
                                                summer 
                                                blows 
                                                into 
                                                the 
                                                streets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                the 
                                                tramps 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                alleyways, 
                                                the 
                                                rich 
                                                in 
                                                silk 
                                                sheets
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Europe 
                                                lies 
                                                sleeping,
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                feel 
                                                her 
                                                heartbeats 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                floor
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                June 
                                                19...
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                night 
                                                that 
                                                Ernst 
                                                Roehm 
                                                died 
                                                voices 
                                                rang 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                rolling 
                                                Bavarian 
                                                hills
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                swept 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                cities 
                                                and 
                                                danced 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                gutters
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grown 
                                                strong 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                joining 
                                                of 
                                                wills
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                echoed 
                                                away 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                roar 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                distance
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                moonlight 
                                                carved 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                steel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singing 
                                                "All 
                                                the 
                                                lonely, 
                                                so 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                so 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                how 
                                                    I 
                                                long, 
                                                how 
                                                    I 
                                                long
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can't 
                                                hold 
                                                me, 
                                                I'm 
                                                strong 
                                                now 
                                                I'm 
                                                strong
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stronger 
                                                than 
                                                your 
                                                law"
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                sit 
                                                here 
                                                now 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                banks 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Rhine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dipping 
                                                my 
                                                feet 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cold 
                                                stream 
                                                of 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                dreamer, 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                I'm 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                line
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                people 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                everywhere
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                couples 
                                                pass 
                                                by 
                                                me, 
                                                they're 
                                                looking 
                                                so 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                arms 
                                                round 
                                                each 
                                                other, 
                                                they 
                                                head 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                woods
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                don't 
                                                care 
                                                who 
                                                Ernst 
                                                Roehm 
                                                was, 
                                                no 
                                                reason 
                                                they 
                                                should
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                    a 
                                                shadow 
                                                that 
                                                hangs 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                air
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                    I 
                                                saw 
                                                him 
                                                cross 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                    a 
                                                whole 
                                                ghostly 
                                                army 
                                                of 
                                                men 
                                                at 
                                                his 
                                                heel
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                struck 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                moment 
                                                it 
                                                seemed 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                real 
                                                like 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                day 
                                                of 
                                                June 
                                                1934
 
                                    
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