The Wheel

A revolving wheel of metal chairs Hung on chains, squealing Four little children flying out A blind man sings in Arabic Now you see them, now you don't Children vanish 'hind vehicle Now you see them, now you don't Faces, limbs, a bouncing skull Hey, little children, don't disappear (I heard it was 28,000) Spinning on a revolving wheel (I heard it was 28,000) All that's left after a year (I heard it was 28,000) A faded face, the trace of an ear (I heard it was 28,000) A tableau of the missing Tied to the government building 8,000 sun-bleached photographs Faded with the roses Hey, little children, don't disappear (I heard it was 28,000) Spinning on a revolving wheel (I heard it was 28,000) All that's left after a year (I heard it was 28,000) Faces gone, the trace of an ear (I heard it was 28,000) Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them fade out Don't let them