Album: *invisible*

Children Of The Streets

The Children Of The Streets (The Sage)

1.They are coming in the dark
With hate and sadness in the heart
With their weapons in their hands
All their live they had no chance

2.They called themselves Black Death
The things of the street they guess
When they´re hungry they have to steal
For them it´s the heal

Ref.:
They are chrildren of the street
The place where they all time to meet Bombs, weapons many fights
They are fighting for their rights

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Ref.:
They are chrildren of the street
The place where they all time to meet
Bombs, weapons many fights
They are fighting for their rights

They are chrildren of the street
The place where they all time to meet
Bombs, weapons many fights
They are fighting for their rights

They are chrildren of the streets
They are chrildren of the streets
They are chrildren of the streets
The place where they all time to meet