Money masters the world
while cancer's spreading death
Money is our lord
on which we dedicate every breath
Money is a sword
which will cut us at the first chance

Poverty's everywhere
I don't like charity
You don't like charity
He doesn't like charity
She doesn't like charity
They don't like charity
Congratulation we've created poverty

The sound of her voice  makes me smile
While her smile makes me feel alive
Knowing she's happy makes my heart beating
And reminds me the time when we were laughing
The time when we've, hand in hand
Fought against the pain

Being a friend is being a man
Being a brother is being tolerant
There are who say we can
And there are who say we can't
Why is that so hard to love your brother?
And so easy to betray your friend ?
Why does time give me brothers?
And why does it take away my friends?
Is my brother a friend?
Or is my friend a brother?

People are living a lie
Standing in front of a mirror
Looking into their empty eye
Hoping they will be saved by a glass of wine.