I'm walking down the streets In a town wrapped in grey I can see graffiti all the way. The glancing eyes, the children with no face The war inside running through their veins. I hear the sounds of yesterday The howling soldiers, the weeping babes. It's biting inside me As if I'd never heard Those living sounds of yesterday. The bullets were flying only some days ago, I can still hear their whiz and see their holes. Other century's fight, but no one to give up, They both have children and one faith to blow up. I hear the sounds of yesterday The howling soldiers, the weeping babes. It's biting inside me As if I'd never heard Those living sounds of yesterday. Playing with wood guns, some kids left to Dear Mother Street Are shamming their youth But the war was not their... Because the adults lost control you cry little girl with a headless doll... (a headless doll...) I hear the sounds of yesterday The howling soldiers, the weeping babes. It's biting inside me As if I'd never heard Those living sounds of yesterday. Have you heard those sounds ?
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