 
                    ESMERALDA
                    I am Esmeralda Agr?, Se?ra.
                    I know I've no right to speak.
                    My son is not the savage boy you see,
                    The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair
                    It hides the child I nursed and bathed, Se?ra.
                    Please don't turn your eyes from me
                    Your son, gone to God, and mine to blame
                    My fated son,
                    He too is gone
                    The state will see to that, I am sure, Se?ra
                    The state will see to that, I am sure.
                    1ST MOTHER
                    You Spanish people, you come to this country
                    Nothing here changes your lives
                    Ungrateful immigrants asking for pity
                    When all of your answers are knives
                    This city makes a cartoon of a crime
                    Capes and umbrellas the glorification of slime
                    I have to face this horror, Se?ra.
                    2ND MOTHER
                    My religion
                    Asks me to pray for the murderer's soul
                    But I think you'd have to be
                    Jesus on the cross
                    To open your heart after such a loss
                    Can I forgive him?
                    Can I forgive him?
                    No, I cannot
                    Can I forgive him
                    No, I cannot
                    Friends become strangers
                    Compassion is hard to express in words
                    The trembling flowers they bring
                    Fear in the roots and the stem
                    What happened to me they know could happen to them.
                    Can I forgive him
                    No, I cannot
                    Can I forgive him
                    No
                    ESMERALDA
                    Only God can say 'Forgive'
                    His son too received a knife
                    But we go on, we have to live
                    With this cross we call our life
                    1ST MOTHER
                    Feels like a bomb fell
                    And wave after wave come the aftershocks
                    2ND MOTHER
                    You can't believe that it's true
                    There must be some mistake
                    You drift through this nightmare from which you can't wake
                    BOTH MOTHERS
                    Can I forgive him?
                    Can I forgive him,
                    No, I cannot
                    Can I forgive him?
                    Can I forgive him, no, I cannot
                    Can I forgive him?
                    Can I forgive him, no, I cannot
                    Can I forgive him
                    No, I cannot.
                    Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar-Paul Simon
                    Recorded at Paul Simon's home
| 1 | Call Me Al | 
| 2 | Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes | 
| 3 | Graceland | 
| 4 | American Tune | 
| 5 | The Boy in the Bubble | 
| 6 | Late In The Evening | 
| 7 | I Know What I Know | 
| 8 | Under African Skies | 
| 9 | Homeless | 
| 10 | Gumboots |