For a piece of bread,
your work is not enough.
For a piece of bread,
you've got to give them back a lot.
Your mind is not enough,
your body is not enough.
The most important of all is your soul, my pal.
This story follows its own rules,
your work is not enough.
They tie you by an iron ball
and you'll get along with this day and night.
You're worst road is yet to come
until one day you'll stop wandering ''what the shit is going on?''
This story follows its own rules,
your work is not enough.
For a piece of bread,
you'll drink many poisons.
They'll throw from here to there
your soul would stop breathing.
You'll spit blood from your mouth, my pal.
This story follows its own rules,
is not enough...