Mothers Of The Disappeared — U2

Midnight, our sons and daughters Were cut down and taken from us Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat

In the wind, we hear their laughter In the rain, we see their tears Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat

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Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat

In the trees, our sons stand naked Through the walls, our daughters cry See their tears in the rainfall.