Sad town, sleeping people This is the gloomy side of my head When I think about the way of survive Nobody looks at the leaves So, it will become gray Somebody looks at the colour of skin But that colour can't change
This is the sad society song I'm afraid to learn how to be strong Our glory, the glory of human race Is as dirty as the rat race
I killed a part of the little girl on me To tolerate every defect of humanity That I discover every day This race underdeveloped is blind And pretends to possess a consciousness
This is the sad society song I'm afraid to learn how to be strong Our glory, the glory of human race Is as dirty as the rat race
Sad day, the sun refuses to wake up Now, it's the moment we have to pay Not enough to apologize, and now it's too late Where are they those who have killed They have to pay for our desolution Where are they those who are killing today Who make children born in desolation The fullness of my desolation My pain fed with frustration