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[Lyrics: Alex - Music: Jorge] My own sadness I saw the way how they died In their beds full of anguish Your hands are tied Violent men have killed People before My eyes, no more!!! Next to me rivers of blood Flooding fields of this country I mourn for this Reality, crude rage These are wounds in My soul, no more!!! Used up the nation's resources These ones raping the others Thousand bullets buzzing by Massacred in battlefields We're picking up from the ground Human bones, ashes, bodies Battlefields, From Letras Mania