Red Suburbs
Gears
Mad Masters
If all the young people were united,
We could talk about the future
Without some living their lives
As we breathe a last sigh
For what they call utopia
Is the promise of a better world
A new story being written,
Far hatred and resentment...
The path to unity
Has too often been blocked
Too many muffled cries,
Great silence and forgotten dreams...
In this individualistic world,
With a withered conscience
A racist competition
The fact that men live in enemies
You, isolated in your corner, your eyes fueled with hatred
Get out of there and come, you will see it is worth it
Because the future belongs to us, if united, we stand together
We can forge our destiny like marginal leaders,
Like mad masters!
A single voice, a single cry,
A force that brings us lie...
Those they treated as scoundrels
Will walk, one day, hand in hand
For the end of this face to face,
Where our future,
We must bring classes and races together,
This is the only way to succeed...