| Time isn't changing | |
| All the things that tangle me | |
| All the thoughts | |
| Of not played games | |
| To climb the highest tree | |
| And we fall down | |
| Fall to learn | |
| To accept what we have to learn | |
| Children are crying for someone | |
| To warm them in the night | |
| Their hands reach out | |
| They feel the same black skin | |
| But they want to stay | |
| Defend their human rights | |
| Take them by your hand | |
| And show them how to fight | |
| Fight for their land |