Slave work
Luta Armada
Slave work
A cup of alcohol brings the happiness of a child
Who sleeps to satiate the hunger and dreams about things that never seen before
Hurt hands, burning hot sun, a venom that corrode the skin
Work promises, "a better life" promises, a dream turned him into a slave
Slave work, dreams and lives
Slave work, crumbs that consumes
A slave of the large state, a child that slowly was turned into trash
Working for food, dreaming about freedom and sleeping four hours per day
And than the child was finally free
And at the coal mine would never work again
Slave work, dreams and lives
Slave work, freedom turned into trash
In a lot of countries around the world people are slaves at coal mines
Most of they are children, children that will never grow up
Working for food and for a place to sleep, this is the meaning for hell
Missed by the human rights their only way to be free is to die
Slave work, stolen lives
Slave work, freedom turned into death