Endrina lyrics
by Rancid
Well, low are the people who are always fooled
By the best tradition on earth
They travel a bus and follow the sun
And get treated worse than slaves
En route to the fields
[?]
When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try
Trash them [?] in search of fertile lands
[?], bomb shelters, even [?]
Endrina sheds a tear
[?] in the air
When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try
Endrina