cries from behind
History must cry, posterity must judge.
We lay aflown on the winds of the past,
I think that we are here
'cause it happened there.
Whispers from behind
bellows akind.
The wind constitute,
our carriage they form.
The world is here,
'cause it had flown from there
Woes of empires, words of emperors.
Squeezing of saints, lynching of voices
Trace it from here
It will lead you to there
Tears of pain, tears of joy,
Things nothing can destroy.
They scream from behind,
They flow from history.
Reaching us here,
'cause they saw us there.
We lay aflown on the winds of the past,
I think that we are here
'cause it happened there.
Whispers from behind
bellows akind.
The wind constitute,
our carriage they form.
The world is here,
'cause it had flown from there
Woes of empires, words of emperors.
Squeezing of saints, lynching of voices
Trace it from here
It will lead you to there
Tears of pain, tears of joy,
Things nothing can destroy.
They scream from behind,
They flow from history.
Reaching us here,
'cause they saw us there.
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