This is the story of innocent men

  Who once wandered without a destination

  Until their steps of an once long procession

  Came into this very same nation

  By Alexander their people were guided

  By the plateus of Zamo and Gunitas they were sustained

  By Pluto and his Knights they were fortified

  By the Theather and the Canary the nobles were entertained

  By the factories and diseases, these people who came were chained

  Without any left promises

  They worked so hard until they were dead

  To later be put into the deepest holes

  Their bodies cold as the snow

  No one could explain how each head felt

  Before the hands of a crushed heft

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  Now let me tell you where it all began

  All of them were once children

  Orphans left along the way

  Their children shared of a same dream

  A dream to fly away

  Sail and never come back

  Concrete to fill in walls into cracks

  Their dreams slept brought them the loom

  To navigate and shared of the land of twin moons

  Have you ever seen the sky?

  They ask and there's no reply

  Adults are so occupied

  Living their double life

  At this time of the night

  All they can do is fight

  To achieve a minor peace of mind

  That's just their way of life

  Sustained by a pack of lies

  Some got this job made of a love unrequited

  Life sits still only for we, the tired

  Some work hard on the factory

  To feed one's mouth with an entire granary

  Some lay easily on the layers of a near sidewalk

  Listening to the holy monk wearing a frock

  Thought to be undead

  Cut finely haze of burning cigarette

  Bring some of us into same ashes

  However, why can't some die just yet?

  Had we been aware

  While we sit in the chair

  The eyes of the throne

  Seem so prone

  Watching into the unrest

  No shard of mirror into himself

  Dear Alexander

  Can't stand the disorder

  Never had been a lurker

  For those who deceive

  Maybe he can hear us plead

  Each murmur of our prayers

  To finish this warfare

  Before we can bear the heart attack

  Am I sleeping?

  It can happen with we, the tired

  Am I dead?

  It already happened

  My body can't reach heaven

  I can't go further

  I'm just a fellow worker