Hola amigos,
Heres a song I composed with the help of Stanimir Dimitrov /from Bulgaria/ who wrote the lyrics and Matthew Jones /from Wales/ who did the electric guitar parts. Its about the hard lives of homeless kids.
Please, take a listen n let me know if you like it.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION:
The children of the dead have no faces
The children of the dead have no name
swaddled are born in an evil diaper
bathed in earth
they are gone forever
And she told me about a dream of flowers
mirages of fingers
and even believed
that as soon as he bathed in blood from dawn
in the moon he will rise ...
but our children .....
Pure, but only for a moment
and then the bullet is in my chest
You knock on all doors
but can you tell me who locks them behind you
The children of the dead have no faces
They don`t dream of moons do
they are born cold ..
And who buried them in patches of earth
in a marked point
in a plane
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