Woorden:
Los Difuntos

Me dijo son cosas del camino, mi hijo y el que se mete contigo se mete conmigo mantenla cruda directo al punto y escribete algo, tego en honor a los difuntos

On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died At night in dreams he sees their souls

Last rights were given long ago to the corpse of man The awful ground engulfs the dead, so sacred and alone The world did spoil as their hearts grew cold

Yellow skies, I can see with yellow skies See you again, I see you again In my dreams In my dreams In my dreams In my dreams Morning light, I remember

Once you ruled my mind I thought you'd always be there And I'll always hold on to your face But everything changes in time and the answers are not always

I'm still remembering the day I gave my life away I'm still remembering the time you said you'd be mine Yesterday was cold and bare because you were not

Seems like yesterday we were sixteen We were the rebels of the rebel scene He wore Doc Martens in the sun Drinking vintage cider having fun We were drinking

I would like to state my vision Life was so unfair We live in our secure surroundings And people die out there Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed

It was the fearful night of December 8th He was returning home from the studio late He had perceptively known that it wouldn't be nice Because in 1980