A DEAD HEART

A DEAD HEART Our heart it's tight death is close no words, no pity for these condemned men they is not their faults but all the worlds has shames one them watches of the fingers have the cry on all the roofs A last hope with the life to flee this enemy more bond with their mother and given up by their father To treat like dog or like foreigners without any destiny they are the human ones why this hatred in this word with single topic this enemy of the every day who destroys the love little by little It's hard to survive on a wire on the island or in the cities have speak about them these men who very lost i want to sing their happinesses and their to give more joy