Maria

Maria had two kids
Two boys she was proud of
And they were truly the same flesh
And they were truly the same blood
They grew up on this land
By the Mediterranean Sea
They grew up in the light
Between the olive and the orange tree
It was almost on their twentieth birthday
That the civil war broke out
We saw Spain painted red with blood
Screaming in a frozen world
Maria's two boys
Were not on the same side
Were not in the same fight
One was red, and the other was white
Who fired the first shot
The day the guns spoke
And which one of them killed
On the warm body of his brother?
We don’t know. All we know
Is that they were found together
The white and the red mixed
Even with the stones and the ashes
If you talk to her about the war
If you tell her about freedom
She'll show you the stone
Where her kids are buried
Maria had two kids
Two boys she was proud of
And they were truly the same flesh
And they were truly the same blood.