Children of the Streets

Children of the Streets

They were born with no shelter,
Lived day by day!!!
They are the ones who know better
The real meaning of pain...

And when comes the night
And it’s dark the sky
They get ready to fight,
They get ready to die...

There’s no laughter in the city
When you find a child’s body
There’s no joke ‘n’ no pity
In the killer’s hours of glory

So, do you know what it means
To sleep out in the cold?
There’s no trouble that seems
Like your mind losing control.

There’s no smile in their faces
There’s no hope in their lifes
‘cause there’s no more places
Where they can live without lies...

As the sands of time grow old
And surviving turns to be a last chance
You’ll find: history has been already told
By the tears of children of the streets

(1991)
Letra: Rodolfo Pamplona Filho
Música: Flávio Maranhão