This pall of smoke makes dull our minds
shrill screams on a hot embers bed
tomorrow’s gonna be another day
these ashes crowd on dusty hills
Civil rights, where are our civil rights?
we’re going straight, straight,
straight to our own way
we’re going straight, straight,
straight to our own way
I sing my silence ‘cause i can see
i’m sure my words sound like a veil
but i hope that someone would hear them
untill we bury our minds into blindness
while we may see
Civil rights, where are our civil rights?
we’re going straight, straight,
straight to our own way
we’re going straight, straight,
straight to our own way
(inviata da DonQuijote82)
inserita il 27/7/2010 - 15:59
Da: Voci per la libertà- Una Canzone per Amnesty