You were born in a world of poverty,
Where you live to the end of your days,
And you feel all the pains of poverty,
Where you live to the end of your days.
You've got no way out,
You've got no escape,
No place to go,
It's a bitter fate.
Beyond this walls,
All you find is gates,
There's no place to go,
It's a bitter fate.
You were born in a world of violence,
Where you live to the end of your days,
And you feel all the pains of violence,
Where you live to the end of your days.
You've got no way out,
You've got no escape,
No place to go,
It's a bitter fate.
Beyond this walls,
All you find is gates,
There's no place to go,
It's a bitter fate.
You were born in a world of poverty,
Where you live to the end of your days,
And you feel all the pains of poverty,
Where you live to the end of your days.
You've got no way out,
You've got no escape,
No place to go,
It's a bitter fate.
Beyond this walls,
All you find is gates,
There's no place to go,
It's a bitter fate.