Текст песни: Guatemala + перевод

Rising up from the ashes of a schoolboy, old enough to be working in the coal

mines

Looking up as he watches as his childhood floats away

To children selling food in Guatemala, el parece sucio al americano

But the gringos concerned, only if the boy has washed his hands

Don’t forget about the people who are dying in Somolia, skies of fire raining

over Persia

Seems as if the wealthy have forgotten we’re all the same

As they dye their hair drinking six dollar coffee

Healthy and alive but fucking drugged up, coughing

Underneath, the puppets swing, the strings attached to hands of thieves

Wake up you people, the world it is changing, step out of your bubble of

comfortable ignorance

The church it has taught us, to fear one another, to hate what is different,

yea to silence and smother

The terror of difference, in all of those thoughts faces colors

But I can only just imagine, if the truth became the fashion

Then one at a time each mind once frozen in greed

Could lead the way to change the way we live

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