A keresés eredménye

It's over

It's over!
Twenty years old, almost twenty-one,
father of one, soon of two.
And after 8 PM: 'Boy, come back home!'.
It's over!
'Oh Neide [1], where's our boy?'.
 
It's over!
Fifteen years old, almost sixteen.
It was only 6 PM.
It's over!
'Where's our boy?'.
 
Who'll pay for this?
Who''ll count the bodies?
Who'll pick up the broken heart shards?
Who'll erase the memories?
Who'll dry clean every drop of sweat and blood?
Every drop of sweat and blood.
It's over.
 
It's over!
Twenty years old, almost twenty-one,
father of one, soon of two.
And after 8 PM: 'Boy, come back home!'.
It's over!
'Oh Neide, where's our boy?'.
 
It's over!
Fifteen years old, almost sixteen.
It was only 6 PM.
It's over!
'Where's our boy?'.
 
Who'll pay for this?
Who''ll count the bodies?
Who'll pick up the broken heart shards?
Who'll erase the memories?
Ei ei
Who'll dry clean every drop of sweat and blood?
Every drop of sweat and blood.
It's over.
 
Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai
Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai
Oh Neide! Oh Neide! Oh Neide!
Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai
Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai
Oh Neide! Oh Neide! Oh Neide!
 
It's over!
 

One body in the world

One body in the world
I crossed the ocean
A sun from South America guides me
With a suitcase in my hand
In a prayer
A goodbye...
 
I am a body
A being
Just one body
That has color, hurt
And holds within it, the story of where I am from
I am my own vessel
I am my own chance
 
And I am here, even if they don’t want me to be
I am here, even if I don’t want to be anymore
I am here now
 
Every street in this dull city, it’s me
I get white stares
There’s danger on the streets’ corners
And I speak more than three languages
 
And the word “love,” where is it?
I am here, even if they don’t want me to be
I am here, even if I don’t want to be anymore
I am here now
I am here
And the word “love,” where is it?