El Salvador
Now that the city is dreaming, viva the pale moonligth
Take to your bibles, take to your beds, now that nothing seems right
National Guards who they pay by the week are gonna clash in the curfew tonight
With Los Companeros born in the war, from Warsaw to San Salvador.
A voice from the past comes a callin', saying hold every strong heart dear
Theese are the days when it seems like there's nothing but newspapers, order, fear
Praise for the ones who are buried gone, and to the strong hearts who just disappeared
Los Companeros, born in the war, from Belfast to San Salvador.
What'a you got to do to get through
They're deaf as a graveyard
What does Nicaragua say to you?
Think of the midnight, silver & black, think if the sun can be fooled
Think of the four sisters shot in the back for running a land reform school
Think of the ones taken hard in the hills, they can be beaten but they can never be ruled
Los Companeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador.
Los Companeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador.
