The children are growing up
at the wrong side of life
Where there’s neither
justice nor thruth
And because so much sadness
in their smiles hurts,
it’s so difficult to accept reality
Where hunger has already become common trend
On the outskirts of any city
That they don’t see
That they don’t hear
That they don’t feel
Who cares about ?
That they don’t see
That they are children
They cannot wait
Let’s help them to start to fly
They're carrying our freedom on their wings
They’re barefoot
Walking into the unknown
following the road of their sad reality
If I could
give them more than a coin
but a piece of bread
isn’t enough
And they go on, loosing,
suffering
they’re growing up
in cribs of cardboard and loneliness
That they don’t see
That they don’t hear
That they don’t feel
Who cares about ?
That they don’t see
That they are children
They cannot wait
Let’s help them to start to fly
They’re carrying our freedom on their wings
(to fly)
That they don’t see
That they don’t hear
That they don’t feel
Who cares about ?
That they don’t see
That we’re children
We cannot wait
Help us to start to fly
(to fly)
You’re carrying our freedom
in your hands
Help us to start to fly
(to fly)
You’re carrying our freedom
in your hands