Single · CONRUN Records
Rain Can’t Wash the Sons Away
CONRUN & Michael feat. The Chosen Ones
Eine Gemeinschaftshymne über Regen, Erinnerung und die Spuren, die nicht verschwinden.
Hinter dem Song
Die Geschichte
Der Song stellt Gemeinschaft über Wetter und Widerstand. Michaels Bariton führt, The Chosen Ones machen aus der Erzählung einen Chor.
Lyrics
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Rain Can't Wash the Sons Away
Loaded up before the dawnWhiskey, tents and leather onGrey skies grinning overhead"Looks like paradise," we said
Hammered pegs into the groundFirst raindrops came without a soundFive more minutes—then the floodWelcome to the sea of mud
Our banner's hanging sideways nowThe wind don't care, we won't back downOne more laugh, one more roundWe'll hold this camp our sacred ground
Rain can't wash the Sons awayRain can't wash the Sons awayRaise your glass—we're here to stayMud on our boots, whiskey in our veinsWe laugh much louder than the pouring rain
Rain can't wash the Sons awayStorm or sunshine—we'll still playIf the sky should fall todayRain can't wash the Sons away
Pavilion dancing in the windHeld together by stubborn menDuct tape, rope and beer-crate wallsMiracles from festival calls
Someone lost another bootSomeone's grilling soaking foodRainwater in someone's drink"Extra flavor," that's the wink
The fire's dead—but spirits burnEvery soaked-up lesson learnedIf this weather wants a fightWe'll outdrink every storm tonight
Rain can't wash the Sons awayRain can't wash the Sons awayRaise your glass—we're here to stayMud on our boots, whiskey in our veinsWe laugh much louder than the pouring rain
Rain can't wash the Sons awayStorm or sunshine—we'll still playIf the sky should fall todayRain can't wash the Sons away
No plans, no rules—we never caredOne more bottle, one more chair
Whiskey...HELL YEAH!
Mystery mixes make the roundsNobody knows what's in them nowLong conversations through the nightTill sunrise paints the mud in light
No one's watching, no one's goneEvery brother carries onIf memories are built this wayWe'll laugh about this rainy day
Somebody shouted, "It'll clear!"We've heard that every single yearThe puddles grew into a lakeStill nobody planned to break
We don't count the clouds aboveWe measure days by laughs and loveWhen tomorrow tells the taleWe'll call this weekend an epic ale
HeyHeyHeyHey
Rain can't wash the Sons awayRaise your glass—we're here to stayBrothers standing side by sideNothing ever breaks our pride
Rain can't wash the Sons awayEvery storm will fade awayWhen the morning lights the clay
We'll smile and say
Best damn festival anyway
HeyRain can't wash the Sons awayHeyRain can't wash the Sons away
HeyHeyHeyHey
Rain can't wash the Sons away