You are the dust and I am the rain Let's go out in the rust and Let''s gather the change Let's take to the streets You and I we're life's refugees But
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out Next they came for the trade unionists
?Donde vas a parar refugiado que la tierra te quiere matar? ?Quien te ha dado la vida y la risa y la muerte tambien te dara? Asesina conciencia.
I heard the high pitched keening A sound of pain and fear Someone unseen crying out A mourning call of loss I heard the cries past all hope Which sound
Treated like a refugee Never seems to be a place for me In my mind there is a scene I see My house is burning No-one returning To a land once free. Dreaming
Hazel O`Connor - P. Barrett How could this begin Someone held a gun took aim and fired Thought he would win But no one ever did We've all been here
Thank You for this precious day These gifts You give to me My heart so full of love for You Sings praise for all I see Oh, sing for every mother's love
Yo', check it out, I want all the refugees out there To just put up your motherfuckin' hands, you know you're a fuckin' immigrant Put up your hands youknowhatI
I'm a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee, From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me. 'Cross the mountains
N. was somewhere years ago and cold: ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. S. was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters' depths
40 million refugees with no place on this earth to call their home. one for every aimless graduate with nothing else to show for it but loans. and those
I'm a dust bowl refugee, Just a dust bowl refugee, From that dust bowl to the peach bowl, Now that peach fuzz is a-killin' me. 'Cross the mountains to
Searching for a place to hide Running from those you've defied Forsaking the land of the free Leaving American policy Trying to make a change Hoping
Refugie, tu as tous les droits Marcher a quatre pattes Ou au pas de l?oie Refugie tu n?as plus de loi Plus de terre ou de combat Avoir des droits avoir
The clocks are broken And my hair is changing colour now And nothing ever changes on the Great Western But you'll have me believe There's no water in
[Lyrics and Melodies by Mark Boals / Music by Tony MacAlpine] [2002 Boalsongs BMI / Eyes on the Prize BMI] Apocalypse liberty Resolute enemy Always demands
North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters
North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the people's hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry... I walked the waters