This is my blues Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely (This the city I was born man Nampula, wake up) Yeah, yeah, yeah I see blood in your eyes I bite your cold feelings I see power in your lies Your daughter soul selling I hear your heart beating I feel your nose breathing Dust your kids smell Where they are going? Even last night I saw your daughters out of home She put a makeup on, make a call and she was not alone Just looking good I see your beauty turning up Your steps walking don't make the same sounds I testimony to your struggles in vain Losses you carry to bed Pain under your pillow, a black bag on your back Love has gonna away You not the same Not to cry mom you can only laugh