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letra de daniel's mémoire - blue saint

daniel’s mémoire lyrics
[verse 1]
ah, i told ya to enter my mind
now it’s time, for you to come and, ah, enter my life
as a child, my life was centred and tethered to strife
in the wild, of the congo, did i mention the fights
in the nights, and the wars, that would break out, ignite
of course, this became the norm for wreckage to spike, ah
macabre hearts, and a carcass cast man it ain’t alright
barrage, hard military armed with hot bombs
artillery, that cost a life, yeah
this the pain, humans feuding, everyday
devils brewing, dеmons prey
on the foolish, and decay, sprеading
many spray, bullets here, with the ak
many tears, on plenty faces, my dear, where’s the change here?

[interlude: mr. guide]
where’s the change, we’re chained to wars in this place we call, congo
(congo, congo)
where a young boy is born into a country of corruption and death

[verse 2]
(yes) this is it, all the pain, that do exist
let me paint the truest description, of the feuds and rifts
that would run, the ruins, rips made, consuming all of us
snakes are loosened, forest brushed with blood, polluting forages
what’d bloom is doom and tombs that’d soon consume, the corridors
of life and death, the horrors pushed
from offices to the roads of dust
with slaughterings and sorts of things that’s sordid
must, i continue giving you ill-strations, of this sort of stuff!?
[interlude]
congo, black and bloodied now
go it check out
the place is hungry, muddied by the horrids man
i represent the congo yes
until i rest my consciousness
forever i’m on keep repping this place, make my country proud

[interlude]
who’d ever think that this land is christian?
had to land in england ’cause my times where different…
hard times, for instance
children enlisted, to harsh militias
there’s, mothers and sisters, raped in villages
and cities seriously deprived of food
there’s, bad diseases and malnutrition, asylum seekers
of which i was too

[outro: mr. guide]
so here we are, in congo, (congo, congo, congo)
or rather in daniel’s memories of congo, the place he was born, (born)
and we journey with him, through this story, memoire, (memoire, memoire, mémoire)
a flashback and highlights of his life
so follow us, through this tale, as we speak about daniel sebuyange, the young boy from africa
i bring to you memoire

- blue saint

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