El Salvador

Now that the city is dreaming Viva the pale moonlight Take to your bibles, take to your beds Now that nothing seems right National Guards who they pay by the week Are gonna clash in at curfew tonight With los compañeros born in the war From Warsaw to San Salvador A voice from the past comes calling Saying, "Hold every strong heart dear" These are the days when it seems like there's nothing But newspapers, order and fear Praise for the ones who are buried and gone And the strong hearts who just disappeared Los compañeros, born in the war From Belfast to San Salvador Whadda you gotta do to get through They're deaf as a graveyard What does Nicaragua say to you? Think of the midnight, silver and black Think if the sun can be fooled Think of the four sisters shot in the back For running a land reform school Think of the ones taken hard in the hills They can be beaten, but they can never be ruled Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador Los compañeros, born in the war, viva El Salvador