Sketches Of Spain Testo

The streets of Barcelona are fille dwith blood and rainThe war is rolling over SpainMen and women running with sticks of dynamiteStorming stone buildings in the middle of the nightIn the window near the last 'o' of the sign 'Hotel Colon'Machine guns sweep the square for funThe rich draw the steel curtainThe poor just lock the doorThey don't want this war no moreIt never never never never never stops never stopsIt never never never never never stops never stopsIn the hills round Zaragoza we're waiting to attackA knot of dirty men that shiver round their flagThe boredom and the lack of sleepThe tin cans in the mudRed is the colour of our bloodWe never never never never never stop never stopWe never never never never never stop never stopI have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirtI have seen the tears upon a farewell letterI have seen the faces that no bullet can hurtI have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatterThe streets of Barcelona are filled with blood and rainThe war is rolling over SpainMen and women running with sticks of dynamiteStorming stone buildings in the middle of the nightThey never never never never never stop never stopThey never never never never never stop never stopI have seen the trenches and the blankets on dirtI have seen the tears upon a farewell letterI have seen the faces that no bullet can hurtI have seen the spirit that no bomb can shatterKnives can cut fist can beat