The Walkabouts - Disamistade
What are these souls doing in front of the church?
These divided people,
this suspended story
An daya hoAn daya hoAn arm's
length away that is the distance
of the offense Peace is considered but the peace is barely grazed
An daya hoAn
daya hoTwo families without blood Draw up and
surrender And for everyone involvedThe pain is sharedThe other's pain is half
their ownThe war of the heart is contentContent with empty causes
The lament of a dog struck down by the shadow of a step
Satisfied with brief agony Long the street of the house
An eruption of blood An absence prepared for the meal
And with the shots of the hunter Surrounding,
one begs for one's fortune What are our daughters doing
Embroidering and sewing All these stains of mourning
Who've given up to love An daya hoAn daya hoAmid them
it still hides Our wandering hope That the enemy desires Desires
to be returned An daya hoAn daya hoHastened
hands caught in the act The act of touching other hands
There must be another way of living Of living w
ithout pain A rush of eyes into eyes Only to discover,
that instead It's only the pause of the wind It's only
hatred by half And the authority is dedicated to the missing half
This disamistade Is opposed to our misadventure To this race of time
To the dishevel of our fate and fortuneWhat are these
souls doing In front of the churchThese divided people This suspended story
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