fear of the noise
it´s just a thunder - you think - I´m already gone
fear of the noise
it's for you a roar that carries the coldness
she can not forget
the echo of the bombs without warning
and yet to see her jump
protecting children´s heads
fear of the noise
fear of the noise
fear of the noise
tears don't mix with oblivion
fear of the noise
there is neither roof nor skin for such coldness
and she begins to weep
life stops in that instant
when the taste of absence
began to turn into the taste of blood
Europe, answer me back!
something is not quite right here
How many doors did you wait at?
How many are you going to see dying?
The skin has memory
and something is not quite right here
If this is what shelter was
to sleep under cover
but on the floor
fear of the noise
fear of the noise
the dirty water
the scraps
the badly healed fractures
floor for three
although it stacks a whole family up
banging your head against the wall
the beach being so close
and the sand being so foreign
confusing and…
fear of the noise
That wall that you built up doesn´t work to hide you
The oil that you buy from them and the arms that you sell to them
I call this "genocide" You call this "bad luck"
And the losers are always the same
in the game of "the strongest"
I am the kid who smiled at you when you stepped on my dirty boot
I am the elderly whose speech sanded my skin smooth
I am the woman in the scarf who inaugurated our spring
You are
like the violent step of a wet towel over a naked body
but this time
your violence has gone out of control
Frozen blood the insecurity of the dry ones
The moral dilemma that this is not people of the street´s fault
but there are so many of them below zero
Stop all winters with it´s fake peace !
They screamed "fire" and so bullets ran
and the blood ran
the fear ran
and the people
mostly the people
ran
like the bullets
the blood
and the fear
Europe, answer me back!
something is not quite right here
How many doors did you wait at?
How many are you going to see dying?
The skin has memory
and something is not quite right here
If this is what shelter was
to sleep under cover
but on the floor
Europe, answer me back!
something is not quite right here
How many doors did you wait at?
How many are you going to see dying?
The skin has memory
and something is not quite right here
If this is what shelter was
to sleep under cover
but not dry
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