Food for thought
Comida para pensar
By ub40
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Translation by panzas
Original lyrics
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.
Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politician's argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives.
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way.
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
Jesus son of Mary is born again today.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies.
Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead.
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head.
Politician's argue sharpening their knives.
Drawing up their bargains, trading baby lives.
Ivory madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it's way.
Hear the angels singing, what is that they say?
Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay.
Jesus son of Mary is born again today.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west.
Translation
Madonna de marfil muriendo en el polvo
Esperando por la mama viniendo del este
Esteril es su pecho, vacio como sus ojos
Muerte a cierto sembradío, dispersado de los cielos
Piel y huesos se esta ondeando, no sabe que esta muerto
Ojos antiguos están ojeando, de su cabeza infante
Los políticos argumentan los cortante que son sus cuchillos
Dibujando sus negocios, traficando vidas de bebes
Madonna de marfil muriendo en el polvo
Esperando por la mama viniendo del este
Escucha las campanas están sonando, la navidad viene en camino
Escucha los angeles cantar, que es lo que dicen?
Come y toma regocijando, la alegría llego para quedarse
Jesus hijo de maria nació otra vez este dia
Madonna de marfil muriendo en el polvo
Esperando por la mama viniendo del este
Esteril es su pecho, vacio como sus ojos
Muerte a cierto sembradío, dispersado de los cielos
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