Ive seen children begging
In the realm of the streets,
They are led by someone else,
Who feeds their misery;
Doesn´t care about their feelings,
Never cared about their pain,
But their lives are reflecting
In the mirror of indifference.
No promised land,
They live a dark and cold childhood,
Adolescence is like a storm.
Growing up in a dirty world,
In the arms of decadence,
Without family or love,
Their illusions are lost�
they are lost.
The eyes of the streets saw them born,
Defenceless in the world,
Where the air is impregnated with violence.
They find only desolation,
Seeking self-annihilation,
Without hopes, their lives are sentenced,
They don�t wait for anything better.
�In the arms of decadence,
Without family or love,
Their illusions are lost.
No promised land,
They live a dark and cold childhood,
Adolescence is like a storm.
Growing up in a dirty world,
In the arms of decadence
Of decadence
Of decadence of decadence
A dawn full of darkness,
A storm in my conscience,
Clouds cover my future,
Skies are turning grey.
The rain washes my sins,
The wind dries my tears,
Resentment is growing up inside of me,
Innocents will pay for it.
Our pride is wounded,
Wounded to death,
Discrimination is floating in the air.
Living on the edge of destiny,
If my life isn´t worth to the eyes of the world,
You might have to pay for it.
