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The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and crew was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland Then later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'? The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound When the wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too 'Twas the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezing rain In the face of a hurricane west wind When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck Saying, "Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya." At seven PM it grew dark, it was then He said, "Fellas, it's been good to know ya." The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went out of sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below, Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered In a rustic old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early
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Игорь Тальков - Фатальная колесница
Глядя, как ты провожаешь разочарованье День уходящий и хмуро встречаешь зарю Думаю, что не улучшу твое состоянье Если нарушу молчанье и заговорю Катится, катится жизнь колесницей фатальной Мы пассажиры на данном отрезке пути Кучер-судьба колесницею той управляет Кто не согласен с маршрутом, тот может сойти Видя, как ты постоянно уходишь в забвенье Ищешь спасенья в вине, я тебя не сужу Но думаю, что не улучшу твое настроенье Если свое впечатленье о жизни скажу Катится, катится жизнь колесницей фатальной Мы пассажиры на данном отрезке пути Кучер-судьба колесницею той управляет Кто не согласен с маршрутом, тот может сойти Годы пройдут, погружая тебя в ожиданье И в созерцанье пейзажей за хрупким окном Белой, катящейся вдаль колесницы фатальной А за чертой горизонта с нее мы сойдем Катится, катится жизнь колесницей фатальной Мы пассажиры на данном отрезке пути Кучер-судьба колесницею той управляет Кто не согласен с маршрутом, тот может сойти |
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