You, you don't know how I feel.
Their cries don't let me sleep.
They hurt my conscience,
They mark my existence.
You don't know what I feel
when I see how they're dying,
they're the price of
our wasting lives.
I fight, I'm trying it but they're still dying.
I don't know how to free myself of my guilty feeling.
Each day, they die,
each day, we die,
no one can feel free for themselves.
They turn, my nights,
they turn, my days
into sleepless nights,
into hopeless days.
I don't look for the guilty ones, I only want,
to find the end, of my suffer 'cause.
They turn, my nights,
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