Haiti
Luta Armada
Haiti
At that left world in a sunny day, children breaking stones
Without know what a wish is or what is to dream
The future is now, the hope is a coin
And the life is the sweat in their little hands
In a sunny day children breaking stones
Wrecked lives mixed with dust and loneliness
An innocent smile of who don't know what is to play
At the end of a long day nothing to celebrate
A day after another one stones and more stones
In the slaveness just the death is waiting
In a sunny day children breaking stones
Wrecked lives mixed with dust and loneliness