LOST ON THE WINGS
Bleeding ears aching for peace
Boom boom bang
Peace hide
Little sharp metals
Opening skins to free blood
Expire our freedom.
Everyday, one week, two weeks
Looking at peace so solid to melt
Thirsty ears cried.
Boom boom bang
Trained men in metal berets
Gangs of restless and ruthless
Celebrating on our tables of pain.
How long will our frontiers weep
And our streets soaked in blood?
Friendly enemies in soft berets spreading across Sudan
Corrupt corrupting corruption.
How long?
War in our bedrooms
Cables share our gratitude
Gratitude for serving us wars but little cake.
Blame the war merchants
Plead with our brothers with girdles of death and masked faces
To fill the air with peace.
Oh! my little baby cries;
Could her little tears be flood enough against wars?
That her consciousness will never know war
And her friends never see war
But hand-shake across continents.
Boom boom bang
Peace hide
Little sharp metals
Opening skins to free blood
Expire our freedom.
Everyday, one week, two weeks
Looking at peace so solid to melt
Thirsty ears cried.
Boom boom bang
Trained men in metal berets
Gangs of restless and ruthless
Celebrating on our tables of pain.
How long will our frontiers weep
And our streets soaked in blood?
Friendly enemies in soft berets spreading across Sudan
Corrupt corrupting corruption.
How long?
War in our bedrooms
Cables share our gratitude
Gratitude for serving us wars but little cake.
Blame the war merchants
Plead with our brothers with girdles of death and masked faces
To fill the air with peace.
Oh! my little baby cries;
Could her little tears be flood enough against wars?
That her consciousness will never know war
And her friends never see war
But hand-shake across continents.
