Paroles de la chanson Hanging In The Wire par PJ Harvey

Walker sees the mist rise
Over a no-man's-land.
He sees in front of him
A smashed up waste-ground.
There are no fields or trees.
No blades of grass.
Just unburied ghosts
Hanging in the wire.
Walker voit le brouillard s'élever
Sur un no-man's-land

Walker's in the wire,
Limbs pointing upwards.
There are no birds singing
'The White Cliffs of Dover'.
There are no trees to sing from.

He cannot hear the wind.
Far off, a symphony.
Do you hear the guns beginning?
Walker est dans le brouillard,

James Walker's in the list rising
Over no-man's-land.
In the battered waste-ground,
The big guns firing.