Asmarino Songtext
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Asmarino Songtext
He was born he was born he was born
He was born in the heart of Asmara small house
Made of clay straws raised hard
He had heart one the whole heard of
Hated the Italians they raped his first love
Gifted, one look at his eyes you could tell he was different
Not a good child tho a juvenile delinquent
Lack of a rolemodel, mad, hold bottles
Wasn′t used to drinking
Asmarino got his bread from the street
Wouldn't beg so he hustled swept rugs under feet
Didn′t take long before he couldn't live the lifestyle
Settled down got a house a kid & wife now
Done with crime got holier
As England gave Eritrea to Ethiopia
Army came unannounced wanted to recruit him
He denied, gun to his face he's like "Aight, you win"
The day is misty, no lifes around
There′s no music all the sounds have gone dead
The day′s misty no lifes around
Cause theres something wrong in this town
Green uniforms and AK's
Marine colored boots but not a radio to yell "Mayday"
But he don′t doubt his henchmen supporting his fam
While he's in trenches and he senseless
Over the years he proved to be dependable
In 88, they promoted him to general
In 91, the war ended he started to wander home
Thinking of the words to say its been so long
His wife answers the door, look like she′ve seen a ghost
Can't express the feeling she carries
Been twenty years, shed many tears
But never remarried
I know my job is to describe but it isn′t clear
Pops said u couldn't tell another soul about the joy if he or her was sittin there
The prayers the prayers answered them
By the way he's my uncle I′m named after him
The day is misty, no lifes around
There′s no music all the sounds have gone dead
The day's misty no lifes around
Cause there′s something wrong in this town
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Never neglected I kept u in my soul Unc'
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Something for my kids, Legacy live on
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Never neglected I kept u in my soul Unc′
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Something for my kids, Legacy live on
He was born in the heart of Asmara small house
Made of clay straws raised hard
He had heart one the whole heard of
Hated the Italians they raped his first love
Gifted, one look at his eyes you could tell he was different
Not a good child tho a juvenile delinquent
Lack of a rolemodel, mad, hold bottles
Wasn′t used to drinking
Asmarino got his bread from the street
Wouldn't beg so he hustled swept rugs under feet
Didn′t take long before he couldn't live the lifestyle
Settled down got a house a kid & wife now
Done with crime got holier
As England gave Eritrea to Ethiopia
Army came unannounced wanted to recruit him
He denied, gun to his face he's like "Aight, you win"
The day is misty, no lifes around
There′s no music all the sounds have gone dead
The day′s misty no lifes around
Cause theres something wrong in this town
Green uniforms and AK's
Marine colored boots but not a radio to yell "Mayday"
But he don′t doubt his henchmen supporting his fam
While he's in trenches and he senseless
Over the years he proved to be dependable
In 88, they promoted him to general
In 91, the war ended he started to wander home
Thinking of the words to say its been so long
His wife answers the door, look like she′ve seen a ghost
Can't express the feeling she carries
Been twenty years, shed many tears
But never remarried
I know my job is to describe but it isn′t clear
Pops said u couldn't tell another soul about the joy if he or her was sittin there
The prayers the prayers answered them
By the way he's my uncle I′m named after him
The day is misty, no lifes around
There′s no music all the sounds have gone dead
The day's misty no lifes around
Cause there′s something wrong in this town
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Never neglected I kept u in my soul Unc'
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Something for my kids, Legacy live on
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Never neglected I kept u in my soul Unc′
The resurrected, The resurrected soldier
Something for my kids, Legacy live on
Writer(s): Negash Abdellah, Thorbjoern Schwarz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
