Oh! Mama Mama look there!    Your children are playing in that street again Don’t you know what happened down there?    A youth of fourteen got shot down there   The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town    The killing clowns the blood money men    Are shooting those Washington bullets again    As every cell in Chile will tell    The cries of the tortured men    Remember Allende and the days before    Before the army came    Please remember Victor Jara    In the Santiago Stadium    Es Verdas - those Washington Bullets again    And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961   Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun    For Castro is a colour  Is a redder than red    Those Washington bullets want Castro dead    For Castro is the colour...    ...That will earn you a spray of lead    For the very first time ever    When they had a revolution in Nicaragua    There was no interference from America    Human rights in America    Well the people fought the leader    And up he flew...    With no Washington bullets what else could he do?    ’N’ if you can find a Afghan rebel    That the Moscow bullets missed    Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...    ...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet    How many monks did the Chinese get?    In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary    ’N’ check the British bullets in his armoury    Que?    Sandinista!   _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])