Текст песни El Salvador - Christy Moore
A
girl
cries
in
the
early
morning
Woken
by
the
sound
of
a
gun
She
knows
somewhere
somebody's
dying
Beneath
the
rising
sun
Outside
the
window
of
her
cabaña
The
shadows
are
full
of
her
fears
She
knows
her
lover
is
out
there
somewhere
He's
been
on
the
run
for
a
year
Oh,
the
soul
of
El
Salvador
Bells
ring
out
in
the
chapel
steeple
A
priest
prepares
to
say
mass
The
sad
congregation
come
tired
and
hungry
To
pray
that
trouble
will
pass
Meanwhile
the
sun
rises
over
the
dusty
streets
Where
his
crowd
gathers
round.
Flies
and
mosquitoes
are
drinking
from
pools
of
blood
Where
the
boby
is
found
Oh,
the
soul
of
El
Salvador
Out
on
the
ranch
the
rich
man's
preparing
To
go
for
his
morning
ride
They've
saddled
his
horse
out
in
the
corral
He
walks
out
full
of
pride
He
looks
like
a
cowboy
from
one
of
those
pictures
A
president
made
in
the
past
Peasants
in
rags,
the
stand
back
for
they
know
That
El
Rico
travels
fast
Over
the
soul
of
El
Salvador
A
girl
cries
in
the
early
morning
Woken
by
the
sound
of
a
gun
She
knows
somewhere
somebody's
dying
Beneath
the
rising
sun
Outside
the
window
of
her
cabaña
The
shadows
are
full
of
her
fears
She
knows
her
lover
is
out
there
somewhere
He's
been
on
the
run
for
a
year
Oh,
the
soul
of
El
Salvador
Oh,
the
soul
of
El
Salvador
Oh,
the
soul
of
El
Salvador
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