There's a gentle breeze that is coming from the north,
and she breaths it at the dawn of the day.
She's 35 and she kisses her kids,
before she lets them grow up on the Cavite's streets.
This devil takes a woman
we know who this devil is
Noone wants to say it
but everybody knows his name
She was one of the workers of which we have forgotten
The factory never sleeps and eats, and swallows their names
Where the machines' noise sucks the hour sound
She worked for a week without the chance to go home
This devil takes a woman
we know who this devil is
Noone wants to say it
but everybody knows his name
Oh, You are dead
on that day, when in the world
words resound through the mouths
as a lie
but your death is not a lie
you were sick because of them
you asked to take care of yourself but
they said no
What is a right if there's no right to life?
What is a coin compared to a life?
What is the progress or what it becomes?
Are greed, abuse and indifference sons of our times?
This devil takes a woman
we know who this devil is
Noone wants to say it
but everybody knows...
This devil takes a woman
we know who this devil is
Noone wants to say it
but everybody knows his name

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