Ceasefire in the city, ceasefire in the town
Ceasefire on the country roads that wander up and down
Ceasefire in the garden, flowers all around
She walks along the gravel path, her feet the only sound.
And down in the valley the children are playing
She watches them laugh in the sun
A little girl's teaching her brother to walk
And already he's trying to run
And down in the valley the children are waiting
Tomorrow a new day will start
And she knows every time when she put her arms round them
The future is close to her heart.
Ceasefire in the winter, ceasefire in the spring
Ceasefire through the summer days of roundabouts and swings
Ceasefire on the ocean, ceasefire on the land
She opens up the little gate with flowers in her hand.
And down in the city they're counting the money
The vultures are waiting to feed
The merchants who deal in the weapons of war
Know that peace is the last thing they need
They feasted in Flanders Saigon Sarajevo
To them every cause is the same
And where boots trample reason and guns do the talking
They'll set out their stalls once again.
Ceasefire in the morning, ceasefire afternoon
Ceasefire in the evening and night is coming soon
Ceasefire in the graveyard, she stops and stands alone
Where time is testing every name that's written into stone.
And down in the valley the children are playing
She watches them laugh in the sun
A little girl's teaching her brother to walk
And already he's trying to run
And down in the valley the children are waiting
Tomorrow a new day will start
And she knows every time when she put her arms round them
The future is close to her heart.
Ceasefire on the country roads that wander up and down
Ceasefire in the garden, flowers all around
She walks along the gravel path, her feet the only sound.
And down in the valley the children are playing
She watches them laugh in the sun
A little girl's teaching her brother to walk
And already he's trying to run
And down in the valley the children are waiting
Tomorrow a new day will start
And she knows every time when she put her arms round them
The future is close to her heart.
Ceasefire in the winter, ceasefire in the spring
Ceasefire through the summer days of roundabouts and swings
Ceasefire on the ocean, ceasefire on the land
She opens up the little gate with flowers in her hand.
And down in the city they're counting the money
The vultures are waiting to feed
The merchants who deal in the weapons of war
Know that peace is the last thing they need
They feasted in Flanders Saigon Sarajevo
To them every cause is the same
And where boots trample reason and guns do the talking
They'll set out their stalls once again.
Ceasefire in the morning, ceasefire afternoon
Ceasefire in the evening and night is coming soon
Ceasefire in the graveyard, she stops and stands alone
Where time is testing every name that's written into stone.
And down in the valley the children are playing
She watches them laugh in the sun
A little girl's teaching her brother to walk
And already he's trying to run
And down in the valley the children are waiting
Tomorrow a new day will start
And she knows every time when she put her arms round them
The future is close to her heart.
envoyé par Alessandro - 21/4/2010 - 14:41
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