Per vivere [English translation]

This road is my house which I don't have.

The ceiling is a big clear sky.

If I could, I would fly to an angel

To play together with him on the moon.

This road of barracks thrown away there

Where lives our poverty.

It is the school of children like me

Who whom teachers are hunger and tears.

To live seems impossible here,

Like to light up a fire in the sea.

It is the world without rules,

It is a terrible film which I will forget one day.

This road of sadness and dust

Without mothers' caress and fairy-tales,

But exactly from here I see the God of the city

And He will give me freedom.

To live is a game to lose here.

It is an escape the prison of “no”,

It is to inhale a glue to be

The thieves of moments,

To believe that I manage to live here.

Inside of me I will search for that faith which I don't have,

And I will be reborn.

To live, how it is difficult here

When you shout to the sky: “Have mercy, God!"

But if it is impossible to win a miracle,

I know I will not not give up

To be free.

To live, maybe, it is impossible here,

You will have pity to us “have mercy, God".

Lord, I will find my way,

I will walk with you

To live, to live...