Testo No Jesus Preaching

I can't believe I feel like I was a child again
What I was in '68, I can't believe it
I wanna touch, wanna cry, I wanna believe in faith
I saw my mother pray, I was a sinner
A cold war, a cool cool president fails again
There's someone to kill again, no Jesus preaching
A red threat mines all families in my place
Government says that their, their days are numbered
I'm again what I was again, feeling...
Da, da, da...
Yeah, yeah...

I can't believe that my life has passed by like a train
Politics hasn't changed, no plan to live for
I confess I was unable to react, my duty was to understand
What people live for