Our nation is in difficulty, the crisis is killing every dream
The future is uncertain, missing work so
what will be the end?
This shit is not our dirty job, our target is not to create the laws
We try to achieve something in this hard life...
the future of our child
And you stay there boaster, puffed up, in your golden chairs
Counting money stolen,
you've taken off from the homeland
In your lies... Power, whores and luxury cars
In our lives, only work and sacrifice
See your eyes... fake and liars, loaded with smarts
Maybe you want us to die
I see this into your lies!
Are closing many activities, where are money for the kids
Mistrust reigns among friends and relatives, the
end is imminent
You should think of motherland, and make i
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