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We are the people People, made from blood Of many

We are the people People, made from blood Of many many who died And of many many who die But we carry this blood on us As a tatoo of luck To escape from the pain Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, Divided and scattered Of many, Enjoying ourselves in pain Pain that we creat ourselves But we carry this pain with us As a tatoo of luck To gain something that make us poorer Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, highlighting our poverty Of our souls and hearts, unfaithful Unfaithful to our own mother and father But we carry this poverty with pride As a tatoo of luck To create instability and distress Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, always unstable and stressed Of our own deeds, shameful Shameful to the entire land we stand But we carry our shamelessness As a tatoo of luck To gain a false praise and pride Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, proudly seeking praise and pride in our rights Of our selfish acts Acts that should be punished But we are too many, so we accept anything As a tatoo of luck To gain the misfortune and shame we lack Of our deeds corrupt. We are the people People, made from blood Of many many who died And of many many who die But we carry this blood on us As a tatoo of luck To escape from the pain Of our deeds corrupt
We are the people People, made from blood Of many many who died And of many many who die But we carry this blood on us As a tatoo of luck To escape from the pain Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, Divided and scattered Of many, Enjoying ourselves in pain Pain that we creat ourselves But we carry this pain with us As a tatoo of luck To gain something that make us poorer Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, highlighting our poverty Of our souls and hearts, unfaithful Unfaithful to our own mother and father But we carry this poverty with pride As a tatoo of luck To create instability and distress Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, always unstable and stressed Of our own deeds, shameful Shameful to the entire land we stand But we carry our shamelessness As a tatoo of luck To gain a false praise and pride Of our deeds corrupt We are the people People, proudly seeking praise and pride in our rights Of our selfish acts Acts that should be punished But we are too many, so we accept anything As a tatoo of luck To gain the misfortune and shame we lack Of our deeds corrupt. We are the people People, made from blood Of many many who died And of many many who die But we carry this blood on us As a tatoo of luck To escape from the pain Of our deeds corrupt
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