Testi
parole da studiare
Drought makes the workers dream
Muscles and fields of green
Shovel the last few crumbs
Of generosity
Open heart, open mind, open mouth, open vein
DRAIN
Someday the rains will come
My blistered hands tell me
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
BITE
BITE
BITE
CRY
I'll keep coming back
Smaller and smaller and smaller
