Wherever you look, swearing and quarrels are everywhere
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Wherever impurity and stench go
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Any squabbles, intrigues and disputes
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Solves a powerful lead alarm
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We were turned into wandering and flight
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We were called deprived of childhood
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Shame
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We pass our days indifferently
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Looking into the space of window frames
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For those who are uncomfortable and stuffy behind us
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In the tight arms of inexperienced mothers
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All that we have done is long forgotten
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Somewhere washed away by the wave of time
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Trash
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Chorus: And try to touch us
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We have been wearing reservations since childhood,
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But this is not our fault
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After all, we are the children of an unfinished war
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Our body is like a bad product
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Our love is like a fight between old ferrets
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We rot in the evenings from idleness
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Propping up the walls of beer stalls
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We were born with a sense of fear and flattery
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At birth, we are already a load of 200
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So
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We do not wait and do not look for a sweet life
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They explained to us "Everything is in our hands"
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We take daily food
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On old grandmother's chests
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We cannot be appeased by heavenly manna
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Over the years, an abrasion becomes a wound
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Fact
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Chorus: And try to touch us
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We have been wearing reservations since childhood,
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But this is not our fault
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After all, we are the children of an unfinished war |