The kids work
if they can they study
Bussed by a pace that cannot be endured
With the little they earn
They write and cry
With the little they learn they write and They cry
From morning to night
Their hands wear out
Their heads work without being able to stop them
Solutions that exist
And Mary does not appear
Always marginalized by the same society
The kids work,
if they can they study
Harassed by a pace that is impossible to endure
They change you once
this way of thinking
This ridiculous formula to make them dream
The kids...

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