The rain falls every night
Death comes all the time
The blood flows by the body
Not flashes to live in morning
The mud pasted on your face
Not lets you breathe
The gun in his hand
It leaves no choice, lead
The helmet falls head
The cries of pain
Shots in the air pumps
You are deaf for the rain
Death comes all the time
The blood flows by the body
Not flashes to live in morning
The mud pasted on your face
Not lets you breathe
The gun in his hand
It leaves no choice, lead
The helmet falls head
The cries of pain
Shots in the air pumps
You are deaf for the rain
The tea in the mouth of General
The tears on the face of his wife
The toy in the hand of her son
The death in your hands makes you blind
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Discografia
Number One