Country kids brave as city pigeons
dodging soldiers' boots for breadcrumbs
ain't got no toys or televisions
just fire and melted crayons
Just like a clown from the Rodeo
out east to sing songs with the circus I've ridden
boots and a hat and accordion
just a cowboy in a land whose name is forbidden
Down from the mountain by the light of a lamp
all the girls and men are gone
cold at night at a frontier camp
the Yezidis wake at dawn
Just like a clown from the Rodeo
out east to sing songs with the circus I've ridden
boots and a hat and accordion
just a cowboy in a land whose name is forbidden
Translation:
(in the sun's ear the child whispers, to send his greeting to the martyr
crayon and a white paper tells the story of this orphan child
war and troops rolled through the place
in their hand a power to control time
a child's braveness shocks the deity
he begs with the sun of the land)
Orphan children with guns at their hips
don't remember ma and pa
quiet discipline with a quivering lip
fight the state and its crooked law
Just like a clown from the Rodeo
out east to sing songs with the circus I've ridden
boots and a hat and accordion
just a cowboy in a land whose name is forbidden
dodging soldiers' boots for breadcrumbs
ain't got no toys or televisions
just fire and melted crayons
Just like a clown from the Rodeo
out east to sing songs with the circus I've ridden
boots and a hat and accordion
just a cowboy in a land whose name is forbidden
Down from the mountain by the light of a lamp
all the girls and men are gone
cold at night at a frontier camp
the Yezidis wake at dawn
Just like a clown from the Rodeo
out east to sing songs with the circus I've ridden
boots and a hat and accordion
just a cowboy in a land whose name is forbidden
Translation:
(in the sun's ear the child whispers, to send his greeting to the martyr
crayon and a white paper tells the story of this orphan child
war and troops rolled through the place
in their hand a power to control time
a child's braveness shocks the deity
he begs with the sun of the land)
Orphan children with guns at their hips
don't remember ma and pa
quiet discipline with a quivering lip
fight the state and its crooked law
Just like a clown from the Rodeo
out east to sing songs with the circus I've ridden
boots and a hat and accordion
just a cowboy in a land whose name is forbidden
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