His clothes are very old
And his eyes are dark
Reflect the poverty on his face
He spends all day on the roads
Ask for a little help
And you often despise and mock him
CHORUS
He is a beggar, you despise him
He is a beggar, a man just like you
And when it gets dark
Nothing at least he will be able to stay
In the coldness of the surroundings, there is nothing to hide
When will you pity him
When will you understand him
'When everything is too late, he will be washed away
[Repeat CHORUS twice]

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