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作词 : Michael Atkinson/Hugh McDonald |
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作曲 : Michael Atkinson/Hugh McDonald |
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I nurse my mother in a mudbrick room |
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She weaves her days on a blanket loom |
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I face conscription when I reach eighteen |
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Old men starve and widows sigh |
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Behind the fences corn grows high |
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Every night there’s a disco |
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For the pimps and marketeers |
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Fat landowners know no shame |
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Trade Swiss francs and quaff champagne |
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In the hills they grow c*****e |
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For the dealers from the north |
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There’s no grave for heroes here |
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Some speak out and conquer fear |
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Every week more disappear |
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There’s blood upon the rain |
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Pall Mall softpacks, American guns |
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Government troops bask in the sun |
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Drawing straws for the whores from the shanty town |
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Beneath the truncheons you bow and scrape |
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You learn to hustle, you learn to hate |
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Bolt the doors when the squads patrol |
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And terror stalks the night |
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Suffer my country, children weep |
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So much pain and oh so deep |
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The people sow and the fascists reap |
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And conscience has no name |
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A new beginning or a hangman’s rope |
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While caution slept, our courage woke |
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We took up arms and we took up hope |
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There’s blood upon the rain |
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Clutch your life in each short breath |
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Another skirmish, a nameless death |
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The tracks are mined and there’s snipers in the trees |
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The mountain mists hide for years |
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Our silent power, our faith and tears |
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The valley streams are poisoned |
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And the gunships scour the plains |
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C**k your rifle, mumble prayers |
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Lying in ambush, wet and scared |
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Far from towns were dull eyes stare |
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And tequila loosens tongues |
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Feel the strength, feel the fire |
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A nation caged behind barbed wire |
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A million hearts with one desire |
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There’s blood upon the rain |
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Companeros, eyes that shine |
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Close as brothers, we pass the wine |
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The future’s ours, seize the time |
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And fan the rising flame |
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Kill the beast and life begins |
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Silently we spread our wings |
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If harvests fall, we reap the wind |
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There’s blood upon the rain |
