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I sit at the border, this blanket my cover I wait for my sister, I wait for my mother The rain it is falling, but I do not feel it I cant feel nothing, any more A month ago they took my father The village was asleep Put a Russian gun to his temple And put him in a jeep...(didn't get his breakfast) If you put that lens in my face again I swear I'll break your head Sir the good in me is dead In the hills of Prestina, my family worked the land Letras de canciones The images flow through my ticking mind, and fall like grains of sand My brothers in those hills now, I saw him lying there His eyes they did not see me, as my fingers touched his hair As I kissed his dirty hair If this is all that's left now There's nothing to be said And the good in me is dead Last night the bombs came raining, I swear I saw his face He came running cross the fields to me, in a safe and peaceful place I woke shaking and thinking About love that's in the world And if there is no bigger picture How its all obscene, absurd So pass me a revolver Pass me a book I've read Pass me a fresh cut flower And ask me what I dread That the good in me is dead I sit at the border, this blanket my cover I wait for my sister, I wait for my mother I wait for my mother I must wait for my mother From Letras Mania