Текст песни Chica Da Silva

On the first day of spring They heard the news The word spread like fire That she had fallen The fields of that day Were watered with tears Tears that were cried For Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva She was young and brave The prime of her life Fought for her country Became a spy And men told the secrets Once looked in her eyes They laid in the arms Of Chica Da Silva The game that she played Couldn't last very long Luck she relied on When they had all gone Her hands tied together Back on the wall They shot the life From Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva On the first day of spring They heard the news The word spread like fire That she had fallen The fields of that day Were watered with tears Tears that were cried For Chica Da Silva She was young and brave The prime of her life Fought for her country Became a spy And men told the secrets Once looked in her eyes They laid in the arms Of Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva