Las guerras

No, no es de ahora, ¿o sí lo es…?

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Zombi

Otra cabeza se inclina
El niño es tomado lentamente
Y la violencia causó tal silencio
¿A quiénes estamos confundiendo?

Pero ya ves, no soy yo
no es mi familia
En tu cabeza, en tu cabeza están peleando
Con sus tanques y sus bombas
Y sus bombas, y sus armas
En tu cabeza, en tu cabeza están llorando

En tu cabeza, en tu cabeza
Zombi, zombi, zombi-ie-ie
¿Qué hay en tu cabeza, en tu cabeza?
Zombi, zombi, zombi-ie-ie-ie, oh

Du, du, du, du (4)

El corazón roto de otra madre está tomando el control
Cuando la violencia provoca el silencio
debemos estar equivocados

es el mismo tema de siempre
Desde mil novecientos dieciséis
En tu cabeza, en tu cabeza, todavía están peleando
Con sus tanques y sus bombas
Y sus bombas, y sus armas
En tu cabeza, en tu cabeza, se están muriendo

En tu cabeza, en tu cabeza
Zombi, zombi, zombi-ie-ie
¿Qué hay en tu cabeza, en tu cabeza?
Zombi, zombi, zombi-ie-ie-ie

Las guerras son lo que son…

Una pesadilla interminable.
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Zombie

Another head bows
The child is taken slowly
And the violence causing such silence
Who are we confusing?

But you see, it’s not me
it’s not my family
In your head, in your head they’re fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they’re crying

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie, oh

duh, duh, duh (4)

Another mother’s broken heart is taking over
When violence causes silence
we must be wrong

it’s the same old thing
Since nineteen hundred and sixteen
In your head, in your head, they’re still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they’re dying

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What’s in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie-ie

Another head humbly lowers
A child is gently carried
And the violence causing this huge silence
Who are we kidding?

But you see, it’s not me
not my family
In your head, in your head, they’re fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they’re crying

In your head, in your head
zombie, zombie, zombie
What’s in your head, in your head?
Zombie, zombie, zombie, oh

duh, duh, duh (4)

Another mother’s broken heart is taken
When violence causes silence
we are wrong

It’s the same old story
since 1916
In your head, in your head, they’re fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head, they’re dying

In your head, in your head
zombie, zombie, zombie
What’s in your head, in your head?
zombie, zombie, zombie

Imagen personal de portada.

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