THEY NEVER CAME HOME

Era la notte del 14 febbraio 1981. Centinaia di giovani affollavano la discoteca. Ballavano, si divertivano. Volevano soltanto passare una bella serata ballando e bevendo. Ma all'improvviso l'inferno. E 48 di loro, molti minorenni, non sono piu' tornati a casa.

Forse a molti di voi non interessera', ma la tragedia del discoclub "Stardust" di Artane, Dublino, ha colpito le coscienze di migliaia di irlandesi. E ha rovinato le vite di molte persone. Questa canzone e' dedicata a coloro che non sono piu' tornati a casa. L'autore, Christy Moore, che era presente la sera del disastro, e' stato accusato dalla suprema corte di Dublino di insensibilita' verso le vittime. Ma se leggete questa canzone vi rendete conto quanto questa accusa fosse falsa.

They Never Came Home / Stardust Song

St. Valentine's day comes around once a year,

All our thought turn to love as the day it draws near,

When sweethearts and darlings, husbands and wives,

Pledge love and devotion for the rest of their lives.

As day turns to evening soon nighttime does fall,

Young people preparing for the Valentine's Ball,

As the night rings with laughter some people still mourn

The 48 children who never came home.

CHORUS

Have we forgotten the suffering and pain

the survivors and victims of the fire in Artane,

the mothers and fathers forever to mourn

the 48 children who never came home.

Down to the Stardust they all made their way

The bouncers stood back as they lined up to pay

The records are spinning there's dancing as well

Just how the fire started sure no one can tell.

In a matter of seconds confusion did reign

The room was in darkness fire exits were chained

The firefighters wept for they could not hide,

Their anger and sorrow for those left inside.

All around the city the bad news it spread

There's a fire in the Stardust there's 48 dead

Hundreds of children are injured and maimed

And all just because the fire exits were chained.

Our leaders were shocked, grim statements were made

They shed tears in the graveyard as the bodies were laid

The victims have waited in vain for 4 years

It seems like our leaders shed crocodile tears.

Half a million was spent on solicitor's fees,

A fortune to the owner and his family

It's hard to believe not one penny came

To the working class people who suffered the pain.

Days turn to weeks and weeks turn to years

Our laws favour the rich or so it appears

A woman still waits for her lads to come home

Injustice breeds anger and that's what's been done.

See ya