الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
I hear the children play
With the guards of the jail
With the guards of the jail
With the guards of the jail
I'm thinking of a new name
That I could give myself
One day I'll be myself
Oh, I'll be my own
It's been forty long years
In the desert I have been
I've even hit the devils nose
In the desert I have grown
And as a woman said
That day when I was crying out
God puts his diamonds in the sand
But then he will always takes them back
Have a good day brother
Me and your sister will rise up
Like an elephant
From the mud
In your carefree sleep
We will brake free
We will brake free
Have a good day brother
