歌词
(Slow blues guitar intro)
Verse 1:
I got the blues, the barricade blues, under Paris moons,
Back in seventy-one, when the commune fires begun.
Streets whispered liberty, from Montmartre to the Seine,
Voices rose like a storm, in the springtime rebel rain.
(Harmonica solo)
Chorus:
Oh, Communards, with your dreams so large,
You took the city, made it free, brave hearts charged.
But the cannons came at dawn, with the Versailles' scorn,
Oh, Communards, in the smoke, your hope was born.
Verse 2:
Red flags flew on the winds, over cobblestone fights,
The commune called for war, against the empire’s might.
Barricades lined with hope, and the guardsmen's ire,
A city’s heart aflame, kindled revolutionary fire.
(Guitar riff)
Chorus:
Oh, Communards, with your dreams so large,
You took the city, made it free, brave hearts charged.
But the cannons came at dawn, with the Versailles' scorn,
Oh, Communards, in the smoke, your hope was born.
Verse 3:
Adieu, sweet Paris, to your commune dreams,
The streets now silent, after the screams.
But from the ashes, the spirit's seen,
In every worker’s heart, where the red flag’s been.
(Slide guitar solo)
Bridge:
They said it couldn’t be, a city for the free,
Justice and equality, where everyone’s ke
Verse 3:
Goodbye, sweet Paris, to your commune dreams,
The streets now silent, after the screams.
But from the ashes, the spirit's seen,
In every worker’s heart, where the red flag’s been.
Bridge:
They said it couldn’t be, a city for the free,
Justice and equality, where everyone’s key.
Oh, the commune’s tale, a fleeting but fierce gale,
In history's veil, a vision not frail.
