miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012

MOTHERS OF THE DISAPPEARED / NIVEL 3




Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
H
ear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
In
the wind we hear their laughters
In the r
ain we see their tears
H
ear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
Ooh....

Ni
ght hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
H
ear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats

In
the trees our sons stand naked
Th
rough the walls our daughters cry
S
ee their tears in the rainfall
Ooh....

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