Endrina

Well, low are the people who are always fooled

By the best tradition on earth

They travel a bus and follow the sun

And get treated worse than slaves

En route to the fields

[?]

When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try

Trash them [?] in search of fertile lands

[?], bomb shelters, even [?]

Endrina sheds a tear

[?] in the air

When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try

Endrina