Faded Memories
[Verse]
Wind in the sand of Gaza
The wind blows towards the south.
We are almost into spring.
But war does not take the seasons into account.
Tomorrow a rain of fire will fall
the village no longer exists
On the hill of Gaza.
No children sing anymore.
(who you are, yeah)
[Chorus]
In the ravine of lost children
In the ravine of lost children.
(uh-huh) (uh-huh)
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[Verse]
The rain turned into bombs.
On trees with charred trunks
The strategists were happy
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