Che Paroles

Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads

The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by

Jesus called out to every one "Don't think that we are leaving,

They only tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return,"

Continue with your work, continue with your talk

You have it in your hand to own your life to own your land

The people smiled and shouted and they ran along a little while

The stood and watched, their hands were restless and empty

The body of Jesus was in the jeep that they blew up

Before it reach the plane
of him remaining in the afternoon



Continue with your work, continue with your talk

You have it in your hands to own your life to own your land

There is no one who can show you the road you should be on

They only tell you they can show you and then tomorrow they are gone



The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut

Where on the table lies the body of a man

His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled

Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening light

People from the village those who knew him, those who killed him

Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and empty

They watch the priest make silent crosses in the air

And pray to God inside their hearts for their own souls



Continue with your work, continue with your talk

You have it in your hands to own your life to own your land

There is no one who can show you the road you should be on

They only tell you they can show you and then tomorrow they are gone