It's hard to live, there's blood on my soil
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No one sees, of course, from the reinforced concrete pile
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The streets of my city do not lead to my childhood
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Because now the only concern of people is capital.
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Progress taken for granted, my life depends on risk
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Waiting blindly without seeing the next
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The oppressed suffer the pain of this system and
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How will you know the value of a drop
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The tune of man, called destiny, passes through hell
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The world that bothers me, what can I do with its racism!
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Palaces called justice, axis of lies
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What can you do with your hunger when you have scrolls in your pocket!
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I Got My Head Wrong
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Wounds Touched My Heart Again
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Fate Tried To Hit
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He Didn't Ask Us What Was Your Wish
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Every time I was wrong, my hand is in the pen
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My face is in the place of rose, in the joy of the earth
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Formless buildings, I don't really like this city
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Now God wants me to catch a bird with my mouth
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What kind of scale is it? |
What kind of justice is this?
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No one sees the miracle, give heart, this is murder
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Building was enough for this city, a thousand verses have been read.
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Be a good person first, this is the greatest worship
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Shame on the young people who died, shame on the land that doesn't fall
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He thinks his trouble is big, the tare that doesn't really fall
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In the name of competition, the system grows hate everywhere.
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That's why I don't want a headache without pain, I don't want money!
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I Got My Head Wrong
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Wounds Touched My Heart Again
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Fate Tried To Hit
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He Didn't Ask Us What Was Your Wish |