I can hear something wrong inside me My deep brown eyes show me the reality An old man makes all the things that I hate Turn our little last health in a dammed disease Take my hand and walk with me Come to show them more than voices We can do more then plaint a tree Think different, you have no choice In that chest burn a expensive heart Pulsing in a tribal rhythm of pain With blood of thousand people They don't want to cry again How long you'll suffer in silence? While they have a dinner with your sweat And you know what I'm talking about You need get what they always reject