LYRICS

Why do you curse your mother quietly every night?
On Devil of hell you look like?
You say that with love I was born,
then they say you’ve been bad. (X2)

Chorus:
will not be easy to be burned,
poor mother will not die.
devil being in the forest eyes,
know again love me you.

you know how a small among poor children,
today I do not ask to be exemplary.
Five send makes me wrong, but
poverty will not die.

Chorus: (x4)