El salvador, el pueblo vencerá (homenaje de U2)

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This is a song I've never played / esta es una cancion que jamas toque
Or maybe I've played it once before so/ o talvez toque solamente 1 vez asi que
For anyonewho lives behind the concept of this song / por cualquiera que viva bajo el concepto de esta cancion
or the idea behind this song / o la idea de esta cancion
this song is called mother's of the dissapeared / esta cancion se llama las madres de los desaparecidos
this song is based on a experience i had in san salvador / esta cancion esta basada en una experiencia que tuve en san salvador
who's welcomed me Samuel / de quien me dio la bienvenida samuel
who's had son's and daughters taked / a quien le tomaron sus hijos e hijas
they don't know if they are alive or dead / ellos no saben si estan vivos o estan muertos
they were taken in the night / se los llevaron en la noche
by something thank god we dont have in this country / por algo que gracias a dios no tenemos en este pais
and we dont have in my country / y no tenemos en mi pais
wich is the death's squads / lo cual son los ecuadrones de la muerte
in central america / en centro america
i want you to sing with me some spanish / quiero que canten conmigo un poco de español
are you ok with that? is that ok? / estan deacuerdo con eso? estan bien?
it's EL PUEBLO VENCERA!!! , EL PUEBLO VENCERA!!!!






Bullet The Blue Sky (Rattle and Hum)

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
See it driving nails into souls on the tree of pain
]from the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley below

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue

This guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And hes peeling off those dollar bills
Slapping them down
One hundred, two hundred
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street
Take the staircase to the first floor
Turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
Through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside its america
Outside its america

Across the field you see the sky ripped open
See the rain come through the gaping wound
Pounding on the women and children who run into the arms of america