Blood

Bastards, everyone
Abusing the children on the streets
Kicking their heads, as to teach
Die, violence
Knowing they'll resort to violence
Blood-stained stone, on which they sleep

Blood

Dying, crying
Children sniff glue, just to get by
To stay awake, hoping not to die
Police riots
Police are not the trusted ones
Killing the children on the streets

Crying, loss
Sangre de niños

Crying, loss
Sangre de niños

Blood