After Fife Years

I go back to country, where was I born.
I met my friends, who were my best.
I walk along the street, where was my home,
I think it was better five years ago.
Five years ago, five years ago.

Drugs! Violence! Starvation Poverty!

Among a splendid cars
I see people who are homeless.
The kids live in the cellars
What can I do in these years?