We're just the same
That the heart of the city is very torturous
Then try to guess
The image of wealth they have
We're just the same
About the talk of world politicians
Then we are silent
No voice to use
Wrong talking into prison
Because we are ordinary people
We are equally sick
Bear the longing for the family
It's been a long time whacking the soul
When are we ready to meet?
A life-threatening question
