The poverty of the people
Isn’t based on what they have
It is inside them, dirty and impure
They wish to own flesh
Without feeling the smell of the exposed trenches
We need to relearn
How to create from the flesh, a life
From the land, a home
Poverty in the world is not in people
It is on their minds
So empty, as inertia of life
The construction of nowhere
We need to relearn
How to create from the flesh, a life
From the land, a home
(Transform surrounded places, blood and illusions)
In a moonlight on the sea shore
Transform the reality to be like a true fantasy
So much disgrace and misery
Man desires peace with war
But we must know
Peace needs to be embraced
Like a father hugs his son
We need to relearn
How to create from the flesh, a life
From the land, a home.
(Transform surrounded places, blood and illusions)
We need to relearn
How to create from the flesh, a life
From the land, a home.
Transform surrounded places, blood and illusions
In a moonlight on the sea shore
Transform the reality to be like a true fantasy