Idioma Origen:
And every night they lie awake
And dream of mama's chocolate cake
And wonder if they'll be a tomorrow
And will they ever see their home and their family
Or will they ever be back home
And boys who never learned to pray
Look to the heavens everyday
And stumble through a simple little prayer
And ask the Lord above
To send them home to the one's they love
Oh god I hope they make it home
And every day some young man die's
And in the night some young girl cries
He'll never hear his baby's laughter
He'll never ever see his home and his family
Or what he's done for you and me
But I guess he's on his way back home
Idioma Destino:
And every night they lie awake
And dream of mama's chocolate cake
And wonder if they'll be a tomorrow
And will they ever see their home and their family
Or will they ever be back home
And boys who never learned to pray
Look to the heavens everyday
And stumble through a simple little prayer
And ask the Lord above
To send them home to the one's they love
Oh god I hope they make it home
And every day some young man die's
And in the night some young girl cries
He'll never hear his baby's laughter
He'll never ever see his home and his family
Or what he's done for you and me
But I guess he's on his way back home