Che
(专辑: True Stories And Other Dreams - 1973)
One morning in Bolivia, the
leader of the
partisans And two of his companions Were forced to flee the
mountains for their lives Through green and dusty villages they sped along the
little roads The
peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by Jesus called out to every one, "Don't think that we are leaving They only tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return" Continue with your work Continue with your talk You have it in your hands To own your lives, to own your lands The
people smiled and shouted And they ran along a
little while Then stood and watched Their hands were restless and empty The
body of Jesus was in the
jeep That they blew up before it reached the
plane The
priest was proud to bless him For what there was of him remaining in the
afternoon Continue with your work Continue with your talk You have it in your hands To own your lives, to own your lands There is no one who can show you The
road you should be on They only tell you, they can show you And then tomorrow they are gone The
smell of oil and incense fill the
room in this adobe hut Where on the
table lies the
body of a
man His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled Pennies hold his eyelids from the
evening light People from the
village those who knew him, those who killed him Stand inside the
door, their hands are restless and empty They watch the
priest make silent crosses in the
air And pray to God inside their hearts for their own souls Continue with your work Continue with your talk You have it in your hands To own your lives, to own your lands There is no one who can show you The
road you should be on They only tell you, they can show you And then tomorrow they are gone Continue with your work Continue with your talk You have it in your hands To own your lives, to own your lands There is no one who can show you The
road you should be on They only tell you, they can show you And then tomorrow they are gone Continue with your work Continue with your talk You have it in your hands To own your lives, to own your lands There is no one who can show you The
road you should be on They only tell you, they can show you And then tomorrow they are gone Continue with your work Continue with your talk You have it in your hands To own your lives, to own your lands