The Rain

The rain washes away the blood from the battlefield
The wind catches the screams of the dying and takes them into town
That's when mothers cry about their children
And fathers dying for their motherland

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Rain, our water, you're the postion of life
Wash away the blood from these knives
You're the base of our baptism
And wash away the life you have given

It's the same old story, men controlled by money
Don't care about taking lives for their urge
Just a simple bill: a life for a litre of oil
A price politicians can pay

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A young man of my age walks along with a gun in his hand
Down the road, proud of his badge of war
A mine tears his body into little pieces
And leaves a puddle of blood

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I'm scared about these pictures
Sitting in a bus for my holiday
Take a look at my girlfriend
Follow the stormy rain outside and wash a tear away

Solo

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