Sitting by the door one morning
Looking at the children
Going to school, man
Then I thought about the ones in the streets
Moving up and down
Nowhere to go

No education, no future
Then I thought about their parents, man
Why do they suffer so much
If they have parents, why?

If you really don't want no children
Why do you have them?
If you really don't want no children, man
Why, why?

It's a cold winter, man
Moving bare-footed down Khilo street, man
His father is relaxing in the best bar in town
Asking them to fill up his glass, man

His mother is kissing on another man
If you really don't want no children
Why do you have them?
If you can't care for them
Why?