Tom: A C#m G# F#m Today the red sky shines on our heads C#m G# F#m today the red sky shines in blood our flag C#m D In we do not need presidents C#m G#m G we need is to raise the head and to turn people G# F F# we are all illiterate children of who? C#m G#m In the radio it passes a song (“¿Did you to hear the falling bombs?") F#m D my pencil it leaves shouts of a shady future F#m G#m C#m my eyes look the hell F#m G#m C#m in dark an shout red sky... ( Parte falada no fundo da musica ) |all have in the hand the blood of red sky | |the world moved | |and during this night of red sky | |some things if pass | |at this moment education it does not matter | |my medal is my sky