naega da meogyeo salryeo. Donbeoljima. Ggaggung eonpeuritie waen peuritiboi . Im radio eolgulbodan mogsoriro beolji don . Nan exo hangugeul daepyohaji sarangeul meoggo jara. Bbagssege ilhaeseo make money
ever?. Nae mam gajang anjjoge jara. Keojyeo beorin chamber 5. Geu bang sumgyeoun bimil daedap. Do you ever dream of dreams?. Of dream of dream of dream. Of dream of dreams yeah. Of dream of dream of
. Where poets speak their heart. Then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon. In the hands of love. You know his blood still cries. From the ground. . It runs like a river runs to the sea. It
came. Please remember Victor Jara, in the Santiago stadium. Es verdad, those Washington bullets again And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961. Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun. For Castro is a color
acabe esta noche y que no me enamore yo". . Andando por La Alameda, tъ me empezaste a contar. Causas, azares y luchas, en estos dнas y al pasar. Por delante de La Moneda, tъ tarareaste a Jara. Me
(Victor Jara). . Te recuerdo Amanda. La calle mojada. Corriendo a la fábrica. Donde trabajaba Manuel. . La sonrisa ancha. La lluvia en el pelo. No importaba nada. Ibas a encontrarte. Con
jajongam ollyeojun neo marya. Subaekbeoneul malhaedo haedo mojara. Aljana urin flower neo eopshin jeolttaero mot jara. Baby no matter where we are. Byeonhaji aneul kkeoya we are. Seulpeohaji ma eonjena
run like a river runs to the sea. And in the world, a heart of darkness, a fire zone. Where poets speak their heart, then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon in the hands of love. You know his