Letra de The Gold of the Poor
The blue sky over them The shadows of the men They press a trail in the sand Running as fast as they canThey're running through the desert sun Meshing guns in their hands The soldier's pack is on their back Once our wagon trampsMore than you can say More than you can feel More than you can say More than you can feelNo, they will never go away It's too late to change their minds They only would do the same again Until the end they will fightMore than you can say More than you can feel?