Black poverty
In the golden world
Morning to evening
I'm looking for work
I have good arms to use
There are four mouths
That in my house they ask for food.
I sell my heart
I sell, so as not to die
Life is beautiful,
But it is beautiful for a few
And not for me.< br/>As a bricklayer
In a foundry
Then a miner
And so on
With these hands
I don't know how to steal
And I knock on everyone's door asking
br/>To work.
I sell my heart
I sell, so as not to die
Life is beautiful,
But it is beautiful for a few
And not for me .
Black poverty
In the golden world
Morning to evening
I'm looking for work
I have good arms to use
There are four mouths
Who at home ask me for food.
I sell my heart
I sell, so as not to die
Life is beautiful,
But it is beautiful for a few
And not for me

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