Fábrica

Our day will come
We will have our turn
It's not asking too much
I want justice

I want to work in peace
It's not much I ask of you
I want an honest job
Instead of slavery

There must be a place
Where the strongest
Can't enslave
Those who have no chance

Where does the indifference come from
Tempered with iron and fire?
Who guards the gates
Of the factory?

The sky used to be blue
But now it's gray
What was green here
No longer exists

I wish I could believe
That nothing is happening
From playing with fire so much
Let the fire come then

This air has made my sight tired
Nothing more