pas mal J'ai simplement besoin que tu m' parles Sur le trottoir, me tombe une ombre dure Qui me marche devant Les paves d'une cour dans le noir, le
prends pas mal J'ai simplement besoin que tu m' parles Sur le trottoir, me tombe une ombre dure Qui me marche devant Les paves d'une cour dans le noir, le
At the textile plant, sixteen dead There's a hornet's nest inside my head My daughter's gone, she won't be back Behind chained doors, they burned to black
Sick of the waiting and praying and hoping Sick of the cold whispered dreams and not knowing Sick of the strength that it takes to keep going Sick as
There's a man homeless and hungry There's a wind that's hard and biting There's a song in need of singing There's a fuse in need of light And it's no
On the side of the dirt road, an old Chevy wreck I climbed through the window, I sat in the back I gathered my thoughts with my head in my hands My next
Never listened to the pain Never listened to fortune or fame Never listened to eagle or dove Never listened to anger or love But I listen to the dark
Here we go For the fired auto workers who were twisted, tricked and robbed To the peasant in Guatemala in a sweatshop got your job And she can't feed
Battle hymns for the broken, battle hymns for the misled Battle hymns for the wretched, the forgotten and the dead Battle hymns of redemption of solidarity
This one's for the shoeshine boy and the farmer in debt Each string is barbed wire, each chord is a threat This blues guy I met that never had a hit Said
It's in the grain of the wood It's in the needle's rust It's in the eagle's claw It's in the eyes you trust It's in the jackal's dreams It's in the sleet
No one knows who gave the orders, no one asks about the crime No one looks behind the curtain and no one questions why The only time we've got is right
Well, I climbed the seven summits and I swam the seven seas But the road I must travel, it's end I cannot see Well, I fought in the jungles and I fought
It started in basements And it started in sheds It started in backyards And was hidden under beds I turned on the TV Don't believe a word they say We
One, two, three Now you might have heard different But I know it's a fact That Jesus, Mary, Joseph And the Apostle Paul were black Ten letters I am
On the streets of New York the cabs don't stop On the street where I live they called the cops Found a noose in my garage, now how 'bout that So tonight
Traduction: Le veilleur de nuit. Until The End.
Traduction: Le veilleur de nuit. Chambre Gone Up In Flames.
