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