Come, tell me, Ibrahim, about this day that you’ll remember Tell the story over to be sure it really happened How you gathered in a circle to protect your kneeling brothers Amid the howling of the sirens and the stutter of the gunfire Ahmed shaking hands coming late into the Square Clean clothes and looking good for the People’s Revolution For you cannot choose a time you may be chosen for a martyr Pushing through the soldiers, smile as wide as ever
And at night on the great river the party boats pass And the music and lights float away in the darkness We’re sailing with only the sound of our voices and the water And the man pulls on his cigarette and pulls the boat round And we all fall forward, tumbling and laughing And the bright-eyed boy watches his father Listening and feeling and learning to read the wind
250 miles south-west and into the Sahara The white stone figures tower away to the horizon I’m like a pawn in a chess game gazing up in fear For in these great games of power, they sacrifice their children And in the black velvet night, we built our little fire And watched the desert foxes daring to come closer Our broken conversations eaten by the silence Just the crackle of the flames and a billion stars above us
And they tell me god is great but this I’ve never doubted We each find wonder in the sky and the mountains In the waves of people gathered and waiting Listening and feeling and learning to read the wind
Lazy flies, sugar sweet teas Winter chill, flame-fire trees The great eucalyptus watching and waving As the crowds come now from every direction
They tell me god is great but this I’ve never doubted We each find wonder in the sky and in the mountains In the hot scalding winds that will come from the desert Hot enough for drying all the blood that has fallen
And at night on the great river the party boats pass And the music and lights float away in the darkness We’re sailing with only the sound of our voices and the water And the man pulls on his cigarette and pulls us around And we all fall forward, tumbling and laughing And the bright-eyed boy watches his father Listening and feeling and learning to read the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
