Tomorrow
August 1997

In the sugar cane they laid us down like a harvest,
guns and fear the scythes.
Tranquilo, baby, tranquilo.
Watch the shooting stars in the bandido’s eyes.

Tomorrow we will not lie in a field where the stars fall from the sky.
Tomorrow these men will give their lives to a love so strong it never dies.

In a road of grass a row of flesh, precious lives,
faces pressed to the earth side by side.
Misacordia, baby, misacordia.
Listen to the wind in the cane not the pain and fear inside.

Tomorrow we will not lie in a field where the stars fall from the sky.
Tomorrow these men will give their lives to a love so strong it never dies.

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