Place of the world
Place of Paris or of Rome
It has poor people
They neither cry nor demand charity
They accept their destiny
That people sings
Even when they sleep with empty stomachs
It is thus so . . . every day
Stop speaking for nothing
Complaining about your own fortune
You do not know true misery
Look at that people over there
They neither cry nor demand charity
That people sings
Even when they sleep with empty stomachs
Truly stop
Thinking like you
You ought to know
Their life
Because we also
Are not so far from them
We can give them a hand
Every day