Soldado de Papel
David Bisbal
Paper Soldier
There's a place where there's no sun,
just pain
no turning back, no direction
you have to fight.
No, they haven't grown up and already have courage
they haven't lived and die by mistake
and their game is destroyed by fire, they are children.
Who put hatred in your hands as a gift,
who hurts you with so much anger
how could innocence turn into destruction.
Who stole the world from you with a shot
who put a price on your life,
how does consciousness live with so much pain,
tell me who, how and why, paper soldier.
They are not made of lead,
their skin is real
a thousand and one will fall
No, age doesn't matter
they will suffer
it's just one more bullet.
No, they haven't grown up and already have courage
they haven't lived and die by mistake
and their game is destroyed by fire,
they are children of fear.
Who put hatred in your hands as a gift,
who hurts you with so much anger
how could innocence turn into destruction.
Who stole the world from you with a shot
who put a price on your life,
how does consciousness live with so much pain,
tell me who, how and why.
Who put hatred in your hands as a gift,
who hurts you with so much anger
how could innocence turn into destruction.
Who stole the world from you with a shot
who put a price on your life,
how does consciousness live with so much pain,
tell me who, how and why, paper soldier.
