Farewell To Pripchat - John McDermott
Friday in april 1986The day that nightmare begun When the dust it fell down On our buildings and streets And entered our buildings at noon Touched the grass and trees bicycyles cars Beds books and picture frames too We stood around helpless confused Nobody knew what to do At two o'clockssunday the buses arrived A fleet of a thousand or more We were ordered to be on our way Not knowing what lay in store Some of our citizens fled in dismay And looked for a good place to hide Four o'clockcame And the last bus pulled out T'wasthe day that our lively town died And the shirts sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind On the window ledge the withering plants And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door And the bikes in it'susual stance Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped They'vepoisoned our fertile land The streets speak a deafening silence Nothing stirs but the sand A visit back home is so eerie today A modern pompei in view To see all the old shops Ond the forest hotel And the promyet cinema too The momentos we gathered all left behind Our photos and letters and cards The toys of our children untouchable now Toy soldiers left standing on guard Fare thee well pripchat my home and my soul Your sorrow can know no relief A terrifying glimpse of the future you show Your children all scattered like geese The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone As the nomadic era returns The questions in black and white blurred into grey The answer is too easy to learn And the shirts sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind On the window ledge the withering plants And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door And the bikes in it'susual stance Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped They'vepoisoned our fertile land The streets speak a deafening silence Nothing stirs but the sand And the shirts sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind On the window ledge the withering plants And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door And the bikes in it'susual stance Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped They'vepoisoned our fertile land The streets speak a deafening silence Nothing stirs But the sand Guitar score
Farewell To Pripchat Artist: John McDermott
Capo: 0
Key: E
Difficulty：
Tempo: 75
Time Signature: 6/8
Hot: 101
Creation time: 2023-04-26 Farewell To Pripchat Guitar Tab, arranged and transcribed by Chordance, complete with staff notation and numbered musical notation. The song was composed by and performed by John McDermott. This guitar tab is in the key of E and is a Beginner version, suitable for players at the Beginner level. A must-learn piece for guitar enthusiasts. Strum the guitar, open the piano, and experience the mood conveyed by John McDermott at that time～
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