LYRICS

Unemployed wander,
a piece of bread satiate
dreams that
after difficult days did not die in us.

Among poverty, love, children
his illusions
with tales that have talked before. (X2)

Chorus (x2)
I’ll go, I’ll go with pain,
pain clutching claws cruel to me,
because here s my eaves,
and it built my spirit.

Among foreign’ll find
affluence, dreams come true, but here
will shine fire,
of that zest I will take .

Among the foreign will love,
children will fool ourselves with morsels
the memory of his native country. (X2)

Chorus (x2)