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In the land of noise
and prostitution
and filthy streets
with hungry markets
that pierce the station
like long snakes
Brats climb and
they go towards the sun
on the stone trains
The brats climb and
they go towards the sun
on the stone trains
In the land of wine
and drug addiction
and denied children
policemen beg
the worst offender
and kiss his hand
The brats climb and
they go towards the sun
in little nylon bags
The brats climb up and
they go towards the sun
in little crying bags
Nana no , don't let me forget
this song
Nana no, don't let me forget it
Little Big Ben
counts reddish stones
like drops of blood
I wonder why
those people don't see
behind the windows
The brats climb up and
they go towards the sun
to look for their mothers ¡s
Did you think you were in his place?
Did you think you were in his place?
Did you think you were in his place?
You are going to be in his place
In the land of noise...