Текст Manic Street Preachers – Concrete Fields

My old school that’s closed its doors
The once green fields are now concrete floors
And the roads are choking full of misery and fear
But my vision’s getting clearer and my mind it feels so free

And the work is hard and the wages are low
But the smile’s still here and the river’s still flowing

All I can do is sit you here and moan
But my heart still bleeds
For this place that I call home

My boyhood made of dreams of love
The happiest of times sitting with my mum and dad
But the bridges, the houses now dominate
The ?
and the super schools
The breeding grounds of hate

But those once green fields, still live in my mind
They seem so perfect, so simple and so kind
Just me and my brother, we’re kicking a ball
The world so close and so beautiful

And I got no answers, I place no blame
I just feel a longing and I wanna hear your name
As I walk and run through these once green fields
It’s easier to see what has disappeared

And the air is getting heavy with memory and loss
The joy and the freedom, but freedom at what cost
And the air is getting heavy, the memory and loss
The joy and the freedom, but freedom at what cost

Is this your inheritance, is this all that’s left
The mountains we climbed are now mountains of debt
And the air is getting heavy with memory and loss

We had joy and we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
Yeah we had joy and we had fun
We had some seasons in the sun
And we had joy and we had fun
We had some seasons in the sun
Yeah we had joy and we had fun
We had some seasons in the sun