Звездная пыль Дублина
Я всегда расспрашиваю знакомых жителей страны, в которой в данный момент проживаю, о житье-бытье и прошлом. Все соглашаются рассказать что-нибудь особенное. В Дублине, посещая группу для мам и малышей, я познакомилась с женщиной моего возраста, Карен. Она - младшая дочка в многодетной семье, а ирландские семьи, как правило, большие, наличие 4-х детей - не повод считаться многодетной. И вот рассказала она мне жуткую историю, которая произошла в Дублине 14 февраля 1981 года. На празднование Дня Святого Валентина в дискотеке "Звездная пыль" в Артэне (пригород вдоль Santry реки, что на севере Дублина) собралось 841 человек, в основном подростки. В самый разгар веселья начался пожар,а пожарный выход оказался закован цепями,214 человек были ранены, 48 погибли. Среди погибших оказался брат моей знакомой Карэн, 17-летний Шейн, самый старший ребенок в семье. Мама Карэн до сих пор безутешно плачет на его могиле, хотя считает, что им еще повезло, потому как они опознали парня сразу.До сих пор в Ирландии продолжаются тяжбы по этому делу. Владельцы клуба очень легко отделались, даже получили 500тыс. ирландских фунтов страховки, а семьи погибших и раненных не смогли добиться ничего. Эта трагедия вывела на улицы людей, многие считают, что дело замяли, потому как в этой дискотеке собирались в основном ребята из бедных семей. Как известно, север Дублина - это бедные или неблагополучные районы. В честь погибших и пострадавших была написана песня (автор - фольклорный исполнитель Кристи Мор (Christy Moore)) "Они так и не вернулись домой". Эта песня была запрещена. Её пришлось убрать из альбома певца, а сам он был осужден.
Сейчас на месте сгоревшего клуба разбит мемориальный Stardust Memorial Park с танцующими бронзовыми фигурами и 48-ю фонтанами. Дай Бог, чтобы это никогда ни с кем не произошло.
Вот эта песня и слова.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Сейчас на месте сгоревшего клуба разбит мемориальный Stardust Memorial Park с танцующими бронзовыми фигурами и 48-ю фонтанами. Дай Бог, чтобы это никогда ни с кем не произошло.
Вот эта песня и слова.
Click to viewThey 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
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
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
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
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
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
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