Letras:
James Taylor Soldiers

down on the sand flats where nothing will grow, come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream Where the golden green waters come in. Just nine lucky soldiers

, down on the sand flats where nothing will grow, come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream Where the golden green waters come in. Just nine lucky soldiers

sea, down on the sand flats where nothing will grow, come drumming and footsteps like out of a dream Where the golden green waters come in. Just nine lucky soldiers

When I was just a child My life was, oh, so simple And the ways of the great world Seemed strange and funny Then when I was a young man I learned of that

Tradução: Taylor, James. El dinero de la máquina.