How sad to hear the rain On the roofs made of cardboard How sad it is, the way my people live In houses made of cardboard Here comes the worker Practically dragging each step Carrying the weight of suffering. Look how much hes suffering, Look at the weight of such suffering. Up there, he leaves his pregnant woman. Down there is the city. And he loses himself in his maze. Today is the same as yesterday, A life without a tomorrow How sad to hear the rain On the roofs made of cardboard How sad it is, the way my people live In houses made of cardboard. Children, the same color of my countrys earth, With their same scars, Millionaires of worms, And because of that; How sad it is, the way the children live In the houses made of cardboard. How happily live the dogs In the house of the employer. You wont believe it, But there are schools for dogs Where they get an education, so they wont bite the newspapers But the employer! For years, many years Hes been biting the worker. How sad to hear the rain On the houses made of cardboard How far away, does hope pass by The roofs made of cardboard
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 13:03:44 +0000
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