En que lado, dirás ti? Pois no que non é o bo, dende logo...
Isto pretendía ser un resumo do que foi a miña non-vida por eses lares. Bellevue, estado de Washington, profesora visitante nos EE.UU. Tamén podería ser un pasatempo, para que desta aventura saira algo... digamos... tanxible. Tamén podería ser unha chulería.
Por poder, podería ser tantas cousas... E que será agora?
Non me podo crer as novas hoxe. Non podo pechar os ollos sen que se me aparezan as imaxes. Maldito domingo. Maldita violencia.
I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...
cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)
And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die
The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)