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Just Another Day

Barbara Dane
Lingua: Inglese



There is a little haze in the morning air.
The almond smell of cyanide is everywhere,
And it's so quiet.
And the crying of the babies is no more.
Well it‘s just another day, just a little war…

There are some funny men, they look like men from Mars,
The brave technicians in experimental wars,
All in their gas-masks.
And they told the people here to hold their breath.
Well it's just another day, just a little death…

There is a roaring sound in the evening sky.
At forty thousand feet the heavy bombers fly,
And there is no place
For the children in the village square to hide.
Well it's just another day, just another town…

We have a master plan, the professor said,
Our germs and gas will mingle with our army's lead,
And we will free you
When the last Vietnamese is pacified.
Well it's just another day, just another lie…

Now there is not a sound on the jungle trail,
But in every tree an angry man is waiting now,
And then a twig snaps,
And the blood of the invader soaks the ground
Well it’s just another day, just outside of town…


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