This is a story that should touch your soul

A life living between mud and scorn
A life watching how food goes ever to another mouth

*Running away from the gangs that looked at him moreover
Stealing a lady´s handbag when the occasion presented itself*

And that was the moment to join together around the table
And eat a little bit of rice and dirty water

*Chorus

Always living with illnesses that in these days could be easily prevented
But as the pocket of his pants got a hole
It only collect currencies to try to fill his stomach

*Chorus