This Was Pompeii — текст песни (Dar Williams)

I am thinking about the woman in a century of peace,

On a bright mosaic she is washing on her knees,

And she looks up at the black sky beyond the mountain tall,

She says, oh good, the rain is finally going to fall today.

This was pompeii



And everyone has memories of the night that melted stone,

The neighbors nightgown, the screaming on the phone,

And the tired man at the station says, we cant tell whos alive,

All we ever know is that the tourists survive.

tra la, tra la, they say, they say,

lets go pompeii.



And I think about pompeii when I feel an end is near,

Just before the rain and eveyr time you disappear,

And I think about a teacup, suspended and half served,

And all the scholars know is that its perfectly preserved.

oh, oh, thats all, they say,

this was pompeii.



And as for my on kingdom, not a table leg was charred,

I simply lost my kingdom, cause I held it much too hard,

Once I had a sadness, the sadness turned to trust,

The trust turned into ashes and to lawyers and dust,

A century, a day,

This was pompeii.