You call them soldiers, I call them friends
From different countries, I've never met
You call them heroes after they die
After you pay them, and steal lives
You call it high school but all I learned
Is that there's something wrong with the earth
And all our politics, are just a dirty trick to keep us feeling sick, and keep us arguing.
Your bullets and your stones, can pierce right through my bones
But this heart remains my own, and I will always have control
When our friends begin to die, the only truth they leave behind
Is that the devil holds their throats.
Only heaven holds their souls, so don't let go.
world - mundo
whole - todo
until - hasta
understand - entender
themselves - sí mismos
their - su
sunshine - sol
truth - verdad
souls - almas
songs - canciones
soldiers - soldados
shine - brillar