Selectamood - Graveyard Football | Текст песни

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• Graveyard Football

In 1945 all the lime trees were bright,
Monotonous and dangerous was that monastic light.
We were just stone-hearted kids that only lived
In my heart, in your heart.

Bombs were exploding at a few graveyards –
As poor as we were, didn’t have a pack of cards;
Just played football with the white skulls of the dead
at the graveyard, the graveyard.

We just wanted to become gold diggers now
With a pure heart of hope protected by Pan Tau.
But we still played at the graveyard thinking of
Jam tart, Jam tart.

Surviving as an army of children football teams,
A naked, yawning Galicia of our broken dreams.
Hundred barrows of pork for those who won the match
At the graveyard, the graveyard.

Oh, you see it, like a bolt from the blue –
We gonna swim in a kind of aorta at night.
Oh, you feel it, it’s like a hot melt glue –
We gonna go back and fight, what we loved inside.
Oh, I see it, like a bolt from the blue –
We gonna blow them a kiss, we gonna kill them!
Oh, they’ll feel it, they will feel it, too –
We gonna show them, alright,
what it means to be abandoned...

In my heart, in your heart.
At the graveyard, the graveyard.

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