it's all afternoon you remember your home town All inside the walls, the walls of Red Wing Oh, the gates are cast iron and the walls are barbed wire
like bandits And cast off like criminals, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing. From the dirty old mess hall You march to the brick wall, Too weary
Пераклад: Дылан, Боб. Сцены з чырвонага крыла.