Insanity and terror are mixed Destroying what remains of my mind It grows every day the emptiness And I'm prepared for the death You can't help me Because you're also falling Inevitable the suffering We chose that before the birth We are Tchandalas Children of the absolute poverty We are Tchandalas And we carried pain masks Something happened before us Perpetuating an uncertainty future It doesn't advance to try to flee That's the destiny that waits for you Hear the children's screams They will still be born yet They carry our sins And they will simply die We are Tchandalas Children of the absolute poverty We are Tchandalas And we carried pain masks