Tom: A
C#m G# F#m
Today the red sky shines on our heads
C#m G# F#m
today the red sky shines in blood our flag
C#m D
In we do not need presidents
C#m G#m G
we need is to raise the head and to turn people
G# F F#
we are all illiterate children of who?
C#m G#m
In the radio it passes a song
(“¿Did you to hear the falling bombs?")
F#m D
my pencil it leaves shouts of a shady future
F#m G#m C#m
my eyes look the hell
F#m G#m C#m
in dark an shout
red sky...
( Parte falada no fundo da musica )
|all have in the hand the blood of red sky
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|the world moved
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|and during this night of red sky
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|some things if pass
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|at this moment education it does not matter
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|my medal is my sky
