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• Artiste: Bob Franke
• Titre: El Nino
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Now a house that is built upon sand has a view of the waters, And a rich man sits feasting his eyes on their power and might. But El Nino remembers the poor, and their sons and their daughters, And the waters reclaim what is theirs in the dark of the night. Chorus: Beware, Angelinos, the wind of the child is upon you, So strong and so wild, it has come to the land of the free. Your waters unshared have returned with a force that may drown you. Without pity, El Nino may blow you back into the sea. There's a fire in the high chapparal making glass of the mountains, As the burning bush resins fall into and cover the soil. When El Nino returns with the rain, as the rich fill their fountains, The mountains will shatter, and roll down a track slick as oil. Chorus Remember the time you refused these poor babies their healing? Remember the time you refused these poor children their school? El Nino recalls when you trampled on all human feeling. So beware, Angelinos, a child without pity is cruel. Chorus