Yours and Mine
I see a boy of fourteen, he's got a rifle in his hand.
He's dying to defend his desert land.
He's got an arm around his father, another arm around his gun.
Must the child in the father die so young?
There's a teenage girl in Belfast, playing in the street.
Her brother plays a different game and he's turning up the heat
On the soldiers around the corner and the powers overseas.
And who are they to ruin lives like these?
`Cos they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine.
`Cos they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine.
So you think that it's so easy just to let I pass you by
You watch T.V. and pretend it's all a lie.
But you know there is no Third World, it happens to us all.
There's just one world and the kids are the first to fall.
And they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine.
And they're yours an they're mine, yours and mine.
He's every mother's son and she raised him for something
Better than a bullet.
He's every mother's son and she raised him for something
Better than a bullet.
He's every mother's son and she raised him
for something
Better than a bullet.
He's every mother's son, his life's hanging from a trigger
and I won't pull it.
`Cos they're yours and they're mine, they're yours and mine.
`Cos they're yours and they're mine, yours and mine.
Tuyo y Mío
Veo a un chico de catorce años, tiene un rifle en la mano.
Está muriendo por defender su tierra desértica.
Tiene un brazo alrededor de su padre, otro brazo alrededor de su arma.
¿Debe el niño en el padre morir tan joven?
Hay una adolescente en Belfast, jugando en la calle.
Su hermano juega un juego diferente y está aumentando la intensidad
Con los soldados en la esquina y los poderes extranjeros.
¿Y quiénes son ellos para arruinar vidas como estas?
Porque son tuyos y míos, son tuyos y míos.
Porque son tuyos y míos, tuyos y míos.
Así que piensas que es tan fácil dejarlo pasar
Ves la televisión y finges que todo es mentira.
Pero sabes que no hay Tercer Mundo, nos sucede a todos.
Solo hay un mundo y los niños son los primeros en caer.
Y son tuyos y míos, son tuyos y míos.
Y son tuyos y míos, tuyos y míos.
Es el hijo de todas las madres y ella lo crió para algo
Mejor que una bala.
Es el hijo de todas las madres y ella lo crió para algo
Mejor que una bala.
Es el hijo de todas las madres y ella lo crió
para algo
Mejor que una bala.
Es el hijo de todas las madres, su vida pende de un gatillo
y no lo accionaré.
Porque son tuyos y míos, son tuyos y míos.
Porque son tuyos y míos, tuyos y míos.