They,
they want a homeland,
it's awful, you know
When walls have no windows but only bloody walls
And all is covered by dust,
their eyes and their child
The books and the light
And all is covered by dust,
their eyes and their child
Growing small stones and pieces of burning
cars Broken ears by the violence of iron balls
In their heart there's a country,
a better world
A daisy that will withstand any cold
Now she,
she missed the homeland,
it's normal you'll say
She's always on a distant land or in a plane And I,
I won't tell about this place I call
home
I'm too thick to fail my love
In their homes there's no place for violence,
darling
In their homes there's no place for violence,
darling
