a good day will come
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That we do not kill each other
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Do not look bad at each other
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Let's be friends and
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Let's shake hands
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Oh, like kids in elementary school
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Neither of us is unemployed
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Under construction in Iran
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So you do not get bored this time
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I leave bricks, in cement
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After all this rain of blood
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It will finally be found in our colors
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The sky is no longer a cloud of stone
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Red tulips can not be watered down
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Say the call to prayer
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God is great, calamity away
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Mom, pray for us tonight
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As far as I remember
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This soil always cried out
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a good day will come
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That is not chaos and in the crowds
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Instead of swearing, we ate sweets together
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And zucchini, okra
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We are all shingles and everything is great
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Only the place of our comrades who are not empty
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Blood is in the veins and familiar
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Not with the sky and asphalt
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It does not spring, it does not clot
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No mother goes to the soil of a child
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The house is not a refuge and out of war
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Wow, I'm like you
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Or at all like Hiroshima after the bomb, I do not know
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I'm catching fire and reading this
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You may think you are crazy
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But one day it will be good, I know that
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Really, when a good day comes
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Maybe our example is nothing but good
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It is not unsafe and ruined, everything is safe and secure
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The worms also tickle us and we become happy
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Sky, to! |
so beautiful
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Next to the green grave, the grass
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No brain wants to go
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Only if you have patience
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A foreign hand is short of dust
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Don't say that until tomorrow
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If I was not, I would make a bad promise
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That every soldier you see has a bad flower
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There are no more chickens behind the bar
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No woman is a free widow
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My daughter, Dad is coming home
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Yes, go to the table for dinner |