Taking shelter on the streets
Walking on the footsteps of our ancestors
The hunger goes on, for freedom, for piece
As our toys crash into each other
Their scream colors the space in red
The hunger goes on, for blood, for the power
The early morning breeze
Freezes on our cheeks
Our breath, our tears shall melt the ice
As we are marching through the storm
The sun will shine on our skin
Evaporating the agony and the pain
As we march through the bullets
As we sink in the blood of our kind
The sun will evaporate the pain
As our children would walk on our footsteps