Patti Smith - qana | Текст песни

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Villages empty
Not a human
Nor a stone
Villages empty
Children are gone
And a mother rocks
Herself to sleep
Let it come down
Let her weep

And the dead lay in strange shapes

Some stay buried
Others crawl free
Baby didn't make it
Screaming debris
And a mother rocks
Herself to sleep
Let it come down
Let her weep

And the dead lay in strange shapes

Limp little bodies
Caked in mud
Small, small hands
Found in the road
Their talking about
War aims
What a phrase
Bombs that fall
American made
The new middle east
The Rice woman squeaks
And a mother rocks
Herself to sleep

And the dead lay in strange shapes

Little bodies
Little bodies
Tied head and feet
Wrapped in plastic
Laid out in the street
The new middle east
The Rice woman squeaks
And a mother rocks
Herself to sleep
Let here come down
Let here weep

And the dead lay in strange shapes

Water to wine
Wine to blood
Ahh qana
The miracle
Is love
The miracle
Is love

And the dead lay in strange shapes