كلمات Ninos de la Calle

In the night their child was born In the middle of the night so forlorn Blankets were dirty as her face Yes they had something to live for, things fell in their place Alone An emppty pocket though she felt rich She couldn't mock it'cos life in the ditch proves that trees can never grow on stones A body makes more than muscles and bones Alone, on their own A bird a cage will feel the rage to seek destroy Doors don't open withoot a key, a child becomes a toy No, this is for you, no this is for me, no futire planned persons in this place, are never heaven-sent In the night a lonely boy All those cries he really got annoyed He raised his fist he couldn't wait to plan his destination, plant his own fate.