Pobreza Por Pobreza
Luiz Gonzaga
Poverty for Poverty
My backlands are coming to an end
In this life that devours you
On the trails you can only see
Good people leaving
But the road will not have
My foot to punish
My backlands are drying up
And with it I will dry
Why leave me in the world?
If I don't even know if I'll get there
Turning at a crossroads
I prefer to be a cross around here
At least the ground is mine
My body will fertilize
At least the ground is mine
My body will fertilize
If sick and without medicine
It is remedied
Born and raised here
I know where the thorn lies
Poverty for poverty's sake
I'm poor everywhere
Hunger is the same hunger
That comes to make me despair
And the hand is always the same
Who lives to exploit me
And the hand is always the same
Who lives to exploit me
If sick and without medicine
It is remedied
Born and raised here
I know where the thorn lies
Poverty for poverty's sake
I'm poor everywhere
Hunger is the same hunger
That comes to make me despair
And the hand is always the same
Who lives to exploit me
And the hand is always the same
Who lives to exploit me
And the hand is always the same
Who lives to exploit me
