Oh I swear
I won't be here tomorrow
My legs are hurting by the crooked way
They kick out us without fear
"It doesn't matter", they say
I won't be here tomorrow
My legs are hurting by the crooked way
They kick out us without fear
"It doesn't matter", they say
Chains breached by teeth
They don't hear, aren't worried
But now it is our time
Our time to breathe
Oh I foresaw
We will not give up
Our blood boils for immediate change
My fixed eyes look the horizon
It's justice, not revenge
Chains breached by teeth
They don't hear, aren't worried
But now it is our time
Our time to breathe
Oh I can see
When de tear touches the infertile ground
The war are stopped by a child
And the whole world born after this
it will become docile the wild
Our children don't have to fight…
The world's poverty don't make you richest…
We don't have to fight
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