Radio Clandestina

Out there in the yard, the rain has washed the dirt off the stones
Out there in the yard, there's a wound alive that time won't close
Out there in the yard, the devil's been mocking for centuries
And in here, the people are the beast waiting to attack in the night
Out there in the yard, warriors march with their backpacks
Out there in the yard, the river's lined with torches in a row
Out there in the yard, a clandestine radio plays
And in here, the people are the beast waiting to attack in the night

The old folks around here say the songs had a life of their own
That no bomb could silence their bites, their melody
The old folks around here say the songs had a life of their own
That there's still no god who can shut us up
Yesterday and today... a clandestine radio plays

And an artist sings from his window, "these bars are a staff" damn it,
Let the world hear my screams
Let your children sing of crime and life
That at every door and corner
A torn voice should sound
That in here, the people are the beast waiting to attack in the night

The old folks around here say the songs had a life of their own
That no bomb could silence their bites, their melody
The old folks around here say the songs had a life of their own
That there's still no god who can shut us up
Yesterday and today...

I keep searching for you, I can't reach where you are
They say they hid you with all the others
Flowers keep growing where you rest, the sun came out at night
A night of fire and bullets
I keep searching for you, I can't reach where you are
They say they hid you with all the others
I keep searching for you, I keep searching for you

The old folks around here say...