In the jungle
A cry of pain
Each one shoots
Sharp words
What turns into blood
And the streets are rivers.
Full of rags of hate and rage.                
The white and calm snow
Fall in petals slowly
Missing steps that mark a life
In his corner, a child's play
The toy is a real weapon - alright
That's all they know.
All they need to play
And your day is the night.
Your empty souls
There is no joy and love
When guns sing - it's rock and roll
And they dance between shots.
Falling on the ground, looking at the sky
Then God wakes up
Send your angels - ask why?                                          
Songs of birds
They are ballads that do not know
A turbulent sea
Inside grows
Waves of blindness
That comes and goes
How could they hear
In feelings of storm
This is the fight full of greetings
And the streets are rivers.
Full of hate rags and rage
Grow as the trees grow
Your arms are curls
No leaves or flowers
And they will always be children.
But your smiles are pitfalls
Where the hunting falls
And the streets are narrow
Where the shadows become demons
Crows of souls                                                
Fool gang


Jorge d'Alte

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