Текст песни Firehouse (Christine Lavin) с переводом

I’ve lived in this neighborhood

For twenty-seven years

I know where to get good bagels

And exotic beers

The favorite sidewalk cafes

Where locals like to eat

But I never paid attention to

The firehouse on this street

On one side is a parking lot

The other side a laundromat

Across the street’s a small boutique

Where you could find an antique hat

On the corner an all-night diner

And discount drug store

Where life goes on but not quite like

The way it did before

At first there was a slender thread

Of optimistic hope

The digging went on round the clock

No one slept, but somehow coped

The photos of the missing men

Were posted on the glass

Of the red door where

We said a prayer

Whenever we walked past

The wind shifted to the north

Smoke filled our lungs

Stung our eyes, burned our throats

Left a bitter taste upon our tongues

We drank more than we should have

Before we went to bed

Everyone I know had nightmares

Filled with helpless dread

Day blurred into night then day

Then night then day again

'missing' was the buzzword

Too hard to think this was the end

For young men charging up the stairs

As hell came rolling down

Though logic wasn’t on our side

We thought they’d all be found

'Cause still there was this slender thread

Of optimistic hope

The digging went on round the clock

No one slept, but somehow coped

The photos of the missing men

Were posted on the glass

Of the red door where

We said a prayer

Whenever we walked past

Neighbors lit votive candles

Laid flowers at that door

Baked casseroles and homemade breads

But wished they could do more

The guys inside were grateful

But preferred to grieve alone

Trained to save the lives of others

They could not save their own

Maybe next year the pain

Won’t be as sharp

As it is today

Though it will never

Completely go away

And we will talk in terms of

'before' and 'after' the attack

And wish more than anything

We could bring those brave men back

Reality sliced cleanly through

That slender thread of hope

The digging went on and on

Some snapped

Most of us still cope

The photos of the missing men

Are missing from the glass

Of the red door where

We say a prayer

Whenever we walk past