Sometimes i see,
There's nothin' good
For me
In a world with a big indifference
Inside.

Sometimes
I cry
And i ask myself why
Everything
Is changing
'cause of our mistakes

And
There's

Too much bread
In our bags
Too
Much blood
Baby in our legs
Too much
Greed
In our life
A child is dead
Tell
Me why!

Too much death
In our fears
Too
Much hunger
Baby in our tears
Too much
Gold
In our teeth
You might only live
A second
Live!

Sometimes i've heard
That
Burnin' flight of a bird
Hangin' all
Around
Feelin' sorry for himself just
Like a blessed killin' child

Sometimes
I cry
And i ask my god why
Everyone
Could not sing, and drink, and make love
Together
All the time
And there's

Too
Much bread
In our bags
Too much blood

Baby in our legs
Too much greed
In
Our life
A child is dead
Tell me why!

Everytime,
I
Would just like to hold your hand
Every
Time
I would just like to sing a song
For you baby
Everytime...
Darling
Please hold my hand now
But tell me
Why
On the other side
A thousand children
Die!

And there's

Too much bread

In our bags
Too much blood
Baby in
Our legs
Too much greed
In our life
A
Child is dead
Tell me why!