Violence is a word hard to say
But I can't omit
Growing in the world night and day
We are all guilty
Agressivity and terror controlling our lives
Making us slaves of fear
Prisoners of our freedom
In the new order
All we have is disorder
A surprise
Living today is a suicide
So many types of violence
With the negroes, with the children
In uor homes, in the streets
With yourself, with me
Maybe someone finds a solution
I don't want to be pessimist
But we had our chance
Everything now is consequence