From Nicaragua whose hands had been cut off at the wrists by the former
Veronica Merco, of the German Federal Republic, had this to say:
Aber ich habe eine Ausbildung gemacht
Ak Industrie Kaufmann und... ??
I'm a shop assistant at the... ??
And I must say I'm a shop assistant by profession,
But it is difficult for.... ??
Now and then a little thing gets by.
Now and then we'll cry.
Like a fall in a war, like a mother's open arms.
Like a pawn in a game, hard to take.
There we sit on a line, wasting fortunes at a time, and pray.
All the time we are gone, there's no reason, there's no way.
Oh, the soul is the one so they say.
There we sit on a line, wasting fortunes at a time, and play.
She never thought he'd be this way.
Her arms aloft, she holds.
But now it's all a memory.
And it's gone...
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"International" as written by Andrew Mc Clusky
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