ترانه:
Los Lobos The Word

The word's out on the street Around everyone you meet "Things are not the way they used to be" There's a feeling in the air A dark cloud of despair That

: The word's out on the street Around everyone you meet "Things are not the way they used to be" There's a feeling in the air A dark cloud of despair

: The word's out on the street Around everyone you meet "Things are not the way they used to be" There's a feeling in the air A dark cloud of despair

Roll forth the dice, the hourglass tipped Conformity reigns, soon enough the hammer hits Imagination crushed, where brilliance once thrived Predictably

Let the calm, calm blue waters through Wash your soul, passing right through you Like the smallest rose out of the hardest ground Like a tiny hand reaching