Текст песни Ninos De La Calle

In the night their child was born
In the middle of the night so forlorn
Blankets were dirty as her face
Yes they had something to live for, things fell in their place

Alone

An emppty pocket though she felt rich
She couldn't mock it'cos life in the ditch
proves that trees can never grow on stones
A body makes more than muscles and bones
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Alone, on their own

A bird a cage will feel the rage to seek destroy
Doors don't open withoot a key, a child becomes a toy
No, this is for you, no this is for me, no futire planned
persons in this place, are never heaven-sent

In the night a lonely boy
All those cries he really got annoyed
He raised his fist he couldn't wait
to plan his destination, plant his own fate.