My heart is cold and poor
I know that escaping is not worthy of me
My condition is just a burden that I have to throw away
I dream Hoping that one day I could, perhaps, return
Years ago I left my land
My will was to survive
Freedom I was outside, far from more
So far away that I know I will never be happy
Another color, another condition
But the same heart ³
Different from others and at the same time the same
Without country or home, without direction or direction
His dream is to return, and one day he will will do
Maybe he can return to his home
His skin is not the same, he doesn't understand why
They treat him so badly just for being
A man of another color and of the same race
My world for you, my soul to return
I sigh to feel
Your breath next to me again
One day, perhaps my luck would change
Another color, another condition
But the same heart
Different from the others and at the same time the same
Without a country or a home , without aim or direction
His dream is to return, and one day he will do so
Maybe he will be able to return to his home
His skin It is not the same
He does not understand why
They treat him so badly and they cannot see
That in no man's land
He is about to seek his freedom

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