Today many hundreds face each other
For having another color
Today behind so many fires
Ashes of a love
And we still hear them sing
And We still hear them sing
Slaves of a past
Owners of a pain
Their fists look to the sky
And they speak their prayer
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And we still hear them sing
Yesterday you thought about your future
And I didn't see you laugh
Yesterday you wanted to talk to me
And today you don't know what to say

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