Johnny's playroom
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching on the lawn
He's a third world man
Soon you'll throw down your disguise
We'll see behind those bright eyes
By and by
When the sidewalks are safe
For the little guy
I saw the fireworks
I believed that I was dreaming
Till the neighbors came out screaming
He's a third world man
Soon you'll throw down your disguise
We'll see behind those bright eyes
By and by
When the sidewalks are safe
For the little guys
When he's crying out
I just sing that Ghana Rondo
è l'era del terzo mondo
He's a third world man
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world man
Smoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching on the lawn
He's a third world man
Soon you'll throw down your disguise
We'll see behind those bright eyes
By and by
When the sidewalks are safe
For the little guy
I saw the fireworks
I believed that I was dreaming
Till the neighbors came out screaming
He's a third world man
Soon you'll throw down your disguise
We'll see behind those bright eyes
By and by
When the sidewalks are safe
For the little guys
When he's crying out
I just sing that Ghana Rondo
è l'era del terzo mondo
He's a third world man
Contributed by Davide Miani - 2024/7/4 - 17:38
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Johnny è un ragazzo, ma la guerra lo ha costretto ad essere un UOMO del Terzo Mondo; è stato arruolato in un esercito. Non potrà più avere una stanza dei giochi come un bambino, ma la sua stanza dei giochi ora sarà un bunker. È costretto a mobilitarsi all'alba, a comando, ogni volta che gli viene ordinato di farlo - si accovaccia e striscia come un soldato per evitare di essere colpito; sotto il suo travestimento, il travestimento da soldato, rimane un ragazzino. Razzi e bombe come fuochi d'artificio - purtroppo è un uomo del terzo mondo. Le strade forse torneranno sicure, e torneranno gli occhi del ragazzo - ma ora per lui è l' "era del terzo mondo".