Well, low are the people who are always fooled by the best condition on earth
They travel a bus and follow the sun and get treated worse than slaves
En route to the fields

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When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try
Trash them farms and rape them camps in search of fertile lands
She knows how to build bomb shelters even swamps prime land
Endrina sheds a tear guilty conscience in the air
When the winds of misfortune blow and now?
We try Endrina