Paroles de A dead heart


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A dead heart

Our heart it’s tight
Death is close
No words, no pity
For these condemned men
They is not their faults
But all the worlds
Has shames
One them watches of the fingers
Have the cry on all the roofs

A last hope with the life
To flee this enemy
More bond with their mother
And given up by their father

To treat like dog
Or like foreigners
Without any destiny
They are the human ones
Why this hatred
In this word with single topic
This enemy of the every day
Who destroys the love little by little

It’s hard
To survive on a wire
On the island
Or in the cities
Have speak about them
These men who very lost
I want to sing their happinesses
And their to give more joy

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