Where we came from, there had been no food.
We got no time, we stay in fear.
dissapointed in lines, we stand and follow
some of us - lost an arm or a leg
Some of us - lost at war their lifes
We are suffering, cause we re useless.
Some of us - left their home
Some of us - left their fields
We are dreams no more,
more or less we were killed
the rest of us is hiding in your past
without a reason to exist
We are the displaced dreams
We are the broken thoughts
We are displaced dreams
We could tell what life was for
but our owners had made themselves to slaves
and their sins made us to die
our dreamers lost us and a part of life