Il 4 dicembre 1980 quattro suore statunitensi che si occupavano dei
poveri in Salvador furono brutalmente uccise dagli squadroni della
morte. Il caso indignò l’opinione pubblica americana e contribuì a far
luce sul coinvolgimento degli Stati Uniti nel paese centroamericano e
sui metodi dei militari salvadoregni. Trentaquattro anni dopo la strage
continua a far discutere e si dimostra una vera storia americana. A seguire, il link alla video-inchiesta del New York Times rilanciata in Italia da Internazionale.
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There's a sunny little country south of Mexico
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow.
But breezes aren't the only thing that blow
In El Salvador.
If you took the little lady on a moonlight drive
Odds are still good you'd come back alive.
But everyone is innocent until they arrive
In El Salvador.
If the rebels take a bus on the Grand Highway,
The government destroys a village miles away.
The man on the radio says now we'll play
"South of the Border"....
And in the morning the natives say,
"We're happy you have lived another day."
Last night a thousand more passed away
In El Salvador.
La, la, la, la....
There's a television crew here from ABC
Filming Rio Lempo and the refugees.
Calling murdered children the tragedy
Of El Salvador.
Before the government camera twenty feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid:
Food, and mediciine, and hand grenades
For El Salvador.
There's a thump, a rumble, and the buildings sway
A soldier fires the acid spray
The public address system starts to play
"South of the Border"....
You run for cover, and hide your eyes
You hear the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
In El Salvador.
Just like Poland is protected by her Russian friends,
The Junta is assisted by Americans.
And if sixty million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador.
They say for, half-a-billion they can do it right.
Bomb all day, and burn all night.
Until there's not a living thing upright
In EI Salvador.
They'll continue training troops in the U.S.A
And watch the nuns that got away
And teach their military bands to play
"South of the Border"...
And kill the people to set them free
Who put this price on their liberty
Don't you think it's time to leave
El Salvador?
Where the winds are gentle and the waters flow.
But breezes aren't the only thing that blow
In El Salvador.
If you took the little lady on a moonlight drive
Odds are still good you'd come back alive.
But everyone is innocent until they arrive
In El Salvador.
If the rebels take a bus on the Grand Highway,
The government destroys a village miles away.
The man on the radio says now we'll play
"South of the Border"....
And in the morning the natives say,
"We're happy you have lived another day."
Last night a thousand more passed away
In El Salvador.
La, la, la, la....
There's a television crew here from ABC
Filming Rio Lempo and the refugees.
Calling murdered children the tragedy
Of El Salvador.
Before the government camera twenty feet away
Another man is asking for continued aid:
Food, and mediciine, and hand grenades
For El Salvador.
There's a thump, a rumble, and the buildings sway
A soldier fires the acid spray
The public address system starts to play
"South of the Border"....
You run for cover, and hide your eyes
You hear the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
In El Salvador.
Just like Poland is protected by her Russian friends,
The Junta is assisted by Americans.
And if sixty million dollars seems too much to spend
In El Salvador.
They say for, half-a-billion they can do it right.
Bomb all day, and burn all night.
Until there's not a living thing upright
In EI Salvador.
They'll continue training troops in the U.S.A
And watch the nuns that got away
And teach their military bands to play
"South of the Border"...
And kill the people to set them free
Who put this price on their liberty
Don't you think it's time to leave
El Salvador?
Lyrics by Noel Paul Stookey and Jim Wallis
Music by Noel Paul Stookey
Music by Noel Paul Stookey
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