ORPHANS OF WEALTH | Тesto e Тraduzione (al clic)

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There is no time to discuss or debate

what is right, what is wrong for our people.

Time has run out for all those who wait

with bent limbs and minds that are feeble.

And the rain falls and blows through their window

and the snow falls and blows through their door.

And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.

When the tides rise, they cover the floor.

They come from the north and they come from the south

and they come from the hills and the valleys.

And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans,

our census neglected to tally.

And the rain falls and blows through their window

and the rain falls and it blows through their door.

And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation.

When the tides rise, they cover the floor.

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Don McLean – Orphans of wealth testo e traduzione (al clic) in italiano