Mothers Of The Disappeared, The Joshua Tree

Autor: brak

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the wind we hear their laughter
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeat
We hear their heartbeat

In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall

Rock'n'roll ma obsesję na punkcie uprawiania miłości na tylnym siedzeniu chevroleta. Jestem pewny, że dla samych zinteresowanych jest to bardzo przyjemne, ale mnie interesuje pisanie o czymś więcej, Pasjonuje mnie wewnętrzny konflikt panujący w ka - Bono