Tutt'eguale song 'e criature [English translation]

They live under ground in Bucharest

sniffing glue from wraps

instead on the walls of Baghdad

the sketched eyes of children still affixed

the children in the favelas are all patched up

entangled stars and crumpled up moons

black black tufts of African mothers

dirty and very hungry, they will never see tomorrow

Children are created equal

nobody is nobody's child

they're all born from love

we know how we are born

but we don't know how we die

Children are created equal

nobody is nobody's child

Son of an Albanian is born in the middle of the sea

watch out, the sharks will eat him up

with snot in the nose, and gun in hand

so is man whether is Serb or Afghan

in Kurdistan, always the same lies!

in Haiti from marines dump, gathering food

flowers with almond shaped eyes, threw in the middle of the road

in the east paying for strange fantasies

Children are created equal

nobody is nobody's child

they're all born from love

we know how we are born

but we don't know how we die

Children are created equal

nobody is nobody's child

On a green meadow

let them play

don't switch off their dreams

let them fly

never disappoint them

never betray their trust

never let them down

never let them suffer

Children are created equal

nobody is nobody's child

they're all born from love

we know how we are born

but we don't know how we die

Children are created equal

nobody is nobody's child