Sun bright in the sky,
One more day I'll suffer,
My eyes show all... Anguish to live.

Your life seems good,
Until the day it finishes,
Your hair will fall by inches,
Until you begin to creep.

Hunger will be the final pain,
No food in all the world,
You'll be dead,
In life death now reing.
On vastness of black lands, all die.
Worms pierce meat, of my brothers.
Sometimes no,
Sometimes yes, (bis)
I feel hunger,
Look at me...

In Africa, in Asia and also Brazil,
Children born dead without a reason.

O que me resta? Resta tentar!
Pro bem ou pro mal, não importa,
A minha vida não vale nada,
E as promessas não vão me alimentar...