Behind every wall is a different cry
In each building a horrid silence
Trying to mask the screams
Of innocent children
Why not turn on the light, if we are called?
Why not turn on the light if we have the spark?
Why not turn on the light, if we know the child?
Jesus!
Inside of each runner is insurpotável darkness
And the pillow pillowcase several thousand drops of tears from the heart
Only hungry eyes were what you saw
And what sustained cries could be heard
Such was the intensity of tears
Have understood that the uncertainty
And in several pillow pillowcase
A thousand drops of tears without hope
Only hungry eyes were what you saw
And what sustained cries could be heard
Did I want to help
That was pure curiosity
Discover how blatantly sees
What inxerga blind without seeing?
I got to see the door
I got to see the light
I got to see the door
I got to see the cross
Most gave no time!
They were hungry!