Bambini

Kid
Armed and unarmed in a photo
Without happiness
Flipped through and laid out in this life
Alone
That won't heal you
I'll grow up and be a bit more of a man
Still
Another war will rock me to sleep
I'll grow up and fight this fear
That now sets me free
Kids run on the black walls of the city
They know everything about love that you take
And never give
They know how to sell silence and pain
Their little freedom
They sell white powder for our
Years
And to pity
Kids, kids
Kid
In a jar, a seed is locked away
Like a soda
You know every tear you cry in the future has
A price
Like the music
I don’t know which kid tonight
Will open wounds and images
Will open
The closed doors and a border
In this land of men
Land of men.. oh kid
What’s the square in Buenos Aires where
They betrayed
Your father, his murdered past
Desaparecidos
Kids run on the black walls of the city
They know everything about love that you take
And never give
They know how to sell silence and pain
Their little freedom
They sell white powder for our
Years
And to pity
Kids, kids
Kid
Armed and unarmed in a photo without
Happiness
Flipped through and laid out in this life
Alone
That will smile at you