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They lie
The yellow sun on my forehead
The blue son that thrives in your womb
Life stopped a long time ago
And suddenly

They lie
The smile of the teenager
The pretensions of the suitors
The happy reflection in the mirror
Of people

And they lie
Who says it's not urgent
Because the ghost of hunger
Appears among my people
And I can't straighten up
And I'm standing
I was born to work, I was born to work
And there's no job

They lie
That agony on my green chest
The bad streak of a brave man
The four stabs from those four
Criminals

They lie
I was going to give you whatever you asked of me
I don't deserve to lose you
With all the love I've searched for you
Don't leave me

And they lie
Let no one be deceived
They've marked the deck
And they've stolen my luck
And I can't straighten up
And I'm standing
I was born to work, I was born to work
And there's no job