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Refugee

Delta Moon
Language: English



Oh my my, oh my my.
Oh my my, oh my my.
Refugee.
Refugee.

Issme Ahmed. I'm twelve years old.
The town I come from is gone, I been told.
Mama and Papa were lost at sea.
We wound up in Belgrade, little sister and me.
We don't have much, but we get along,
'Cause I got a squeezebox and I know a few songs.
Sister's got a flute. She can't play a lot.
But she gives that one note everything she's got.

Refugee.
Refugee.

My name is Abu. I got my papers in order.
But I live in a tent by a fence at the border.
Between one country out and one country in
Is fifty meters of grass. That's where we been.
Some call us names, but most pass us by.
Some bring us food, and that's how we're alive.
In this whole round world we've got nowhere to be.
So we just keep walking, my family and me.

Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.

My name is Asha. I come here on a boat
Full of so many people it could barely float.
I've been raped and beaten. I've been all alone.
I've walked through a desert full of human bones.
There's nothing for me in this foreign land.
The people talk a language that I don't understand.
I've sat in this camp for almost a year.
But at least the men aren't coming to kill me here.

Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Oh my my, oh my my.
Oh my my, oh my my.
Refugee.
Refugee.
Oh my my, oh my my.
Oh my my, oh my my.
Refugee.
Refugee.


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