Eat each day

In a small cold house live a mother with her two childs
Poor children half dressed and an empty in stomach
She don´t srrive to end of month with half bread and water upon the table

*Might be an utopía to say ”do what you think!
Don´t let you control or influence by other!
Say what you want!”
For me it´s not an utopía, but true*

She work to keep food coming home
But it´s not enough
It breaks her heart to see her child thin by starvation
The father of her childs fly away
When he realice that he have responsability of father

*Chorus

Troubles increase… rent of house fall due
Mother cries hopeless and in the innocence little children
Embrace her smiling

*Chorus (x2)