Candies, drugs, toys and guns
The contrast could not be more sad
See the future fall into their small hands
Fill your eyes with tears and scars

What they can do if they decide her own way?
Who should care only notes of a better place
What they can do if they decide her own way?
Not is your fault
Not is your fault

Maybe some day our kids will kill us
For a piece of bread or a new toy
The education comes from computers
And we have no voice

Some cry for hunger, others for being fat
Some cry for hunger, others for being fat