in guernica

Lyrics

in guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk, in their white starched dresses, in their pitiful white dresses, on their foreheads and breasts the little round holes where death came in as thunder while they were playing their important summer games, do not weep for them, madre, they are gone forever, the little ones, straight to heaven to the saints, and god will fill the bullet holes with candy