歌曲名 Roads To Moscow

歌手名 Al Stewart

作词：Al Stewart

作曲：Al Stewart

They crossed over the border the hour before dawn

moving in lines through the day

Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground

where they lay

Waiting for orders we held in the wood

Word from the front never came

By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away

I softly move through the shadows slip away through the trees

Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands

and our knees

And all that

I ever Was able to see

The fire in the air glowing red

Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze

All summer they drove us back through the

Ukraine Smolensk and Viasma soon fell

By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of

Orel Closer and closer to

Moscow they come

Riding the wind like a bell

General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill

Winter brought with the rains oceans of mud filled the roads

Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground

while the skies filled with snow

And all that

I ever Was able to see

The fire in the air glowing red

Silhouetting the snow on the breeze (Ah Ah Ah) (Ah Ah Ah)

In the footsteps of

Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter

Falling back before the gates of

Moscow standing in the wings like an avenger

And far away behind their lines

the partisans are stirring in the forest

Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost

growing like a promise

You'll never know you'll never know

which way to turn which way to look you'll never see us

As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know

you'll never hear us

And evening sings in a voice of amber the dawn is

surely coming

The morning road leads to

Stalingrad and the sky is softly humming

Two broken tigers on fire in the night

Flicker their souls to the wind

We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin

It's been almost four years that

I've carried a gun

At home it will almost be spring

The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to Berlin

I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground

The old men and children

they send out to face us they can't slow us down

And all that I ever Was able to see

The eyes of the city are opening

Now it's the end of a dream (Ah Ah Ah) (Ah Ah Ah)

I'm coming home I'm coming home

now you can taste it in the wind the war is over

And I listen to the clicking of the train

wheels as we roll across the border

And now they ask about the time that i was caught

behind their time and taken prisoner

They only held me for a day a lucky break i say

They turn and listen closer

I'll never know

I'll never know why

I was taken from the line with all the others

to board a special train

and journey deep into the heart of holy

Russia And it's cold and damp in the transit camp

and the air is still and sullen and the pale sun of

October whispers the snow will soon be coming

And I wonder when

I'll be home again and the morning answers never

And the evening sighs and the steely

Russian skies go on forever