a free country Who do you think you are, Captain Britain? I'm building a wall, a fine wall Not so much to keep you out, more to keep me in I'm losing
any more [x2] I'm building a wall A fine wall Not so much to keep you out More to keep me in [x2] Back then on a bomb site We were spies among the
Preklad: Pet Shop Boys. Stavebné múr.
We're beaten and blown by the wind, trampled in dust I'll show you a place, high on a desert plain Where the streets have no name Ah-ha-ah Where
