Nicaragua

Nicaragua, back in '82
A wounded homeland and I’m watching TV
I was studying law, babe
Everything suits me
In my social bubble, I was a god

Now I march aimlessly
Babe, my heart, the rosary keeps it safe
That you gave me at goodbye
Now I march aimlessly, babe
Singing songs of a false revolution

Without war, there’s no peace, a man told me
Without blood, there’s no change, I shouted with passion
I thought it would be different
That the ones I killed weren’t people

Babe, babe, what happened to us?
I didn’t want this
My homeland died
I killed it
I killed it
Ironically, it killed me

Put away the sword and stash the rifle
I wanted everything but to make you suffer
Your grave, babe, will always be here
No, no, no, no
Your grave will always be singing here