Letra de 1984 (Orchestral Version) (Live)
The vans they come in convoys now, stealing through the dawn Silent in the countryside in the hills up to the north There's road blocks on the Meden bridge Click, click, clicking on the phone They're sealing off our villages, sealing off our homesHer father crossed the battle lines in the first months of the war She frowns down at the soup kitchen, she doesn't have a father anymore It's cold in the early mornings, standing with your mates Staring at the thick blue line, armed and ready at the gates This ain't some tin-pot story arriving from a distant shore But our own sweet, green, and pleasant land in 1984The servants of our great nation have lied in the name of us all While the officers of peace and order are busy breaking every law There's hundreds on trumped-up charges, there's hundreds on the streets The future of our villages sown with bitter seeds And hatred starts to rumble where there was no hate before In our own sweet green and pleasant land in 1984No, no one wanted to see the blood As the blue lights flash through the night But all the words, they fell on deaf ears And now the blind frustration bites Two nations under one crown, divided more and more In our own sweet, green, and pleasant land Our own sweet, green, and pleasant land Our own sweet, green, and pleasant landSo, is it weird sitting in the sits? It's gonna feel weirder in a minute