Teksty: Cranberries. To The Faithful Departed. Bosnia.
I would like to state my vision
Life was so unfair
We live in our secure surroundings
And people die out there
Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed my mind
And we all call out in despair, all the love we need isn't there
And we all sing songs in our room
Sarajevo erects another doom
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Saraje
Bosnia was so unkind
Sure things would change if we really wanted them to
No fear for children anymore
There are babies in their beds
Terror in their heads for the love of life
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
Saints go marching
Saints go marching
Saints go marching
...
Life was so unfair
We live in our secure surroundings
And people die out there
Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed my mind
And we all call out in despair, all the love we need isn't there
And we all sing songs in our room
Sarajevo erects another doom
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Saraje
Bosnia was so unkind
Sure things would change if we really wanted them to
No fear for children anymore
There are babies in their beds
Terror in their heads for the love of life
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
Saints go marching
Saints go marching
Saints go marching
...
Cranberries
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