Dime
José Luis Perales
Tell me
Tell me...
Why don't people smile?
Why the weapons in their hands?
Why the badly wounded men?
Tell me.
Tell me...
Why the mistreated children?
Why the forgotten elderly?
Why the forbidden dreams?
Tell me.
Tell me God, I want to know.
Tell me why you refuse to listen.
There may still be someone who will pray.
Tell me God, I want to know.
Where is all the truth?
There may still be someone who will know.
Tell me...
Why don't the skies cry anymore?
Why don't the rivers sing anymore?
Why have you left them alone?
Tell me.
Tell me...
Why the inactive hands?
Why the beggar on the street?
Why the radioactive bombs?
Tell me.
Tell me God, I want to know.
Tell me why you refuse to listen.
There may still be someone who will pray.
Tell me God, I want to know.
Where is all the truth?
There may still be someone who will know...
But I don't...
Tell me...
Why don't people smile?
Why the weapons in their hands?
Why the badly wounded men?
Tell me.
Tell me...
Why the mistreated children?
Why the forgotten elderly?
Why the forbidden dreams?
Tell me...
Why don't the skies cry anymore?
Why don't the rivers sing anymore?
Why have you left them alone?
