I was barely five years old, and I already knew
The needle in the vein and the bruises on the arms
I was barely five years old but with wide open eyes
On what life was and a mother's tears

Here we know the value of love
Here we deprive ourselves for our family and we pray every day
So yes it's true
As a child, I saw the blues flow on a woman's cheeks
Yes it's true
But also so many I love you
As a bandage for the soul
As a bandage for the soul

The street child has grown up
But he keeps his old poems in his bag

The street child has grown up
But he keeps his old poems in his bag

Barely 17 years old with a few deaths on his hands
Smiles aplenty to pretend that everything's fine
Barely 17 years old and already in a hurry
To live to the end of dreams even emptied of innocence

Over there I learned to never give up
Fall and fall again but always get up
So yes it's true
As a child, I saw the blues flow on a woman's cheeks
Yes it's true
But also so many I love you
As a bandage for the soul
As a bandage for the soul

The street child has grown up
But he keeps his old poems in his bag

The street child has grown up
But he keeps his old poems in his bag

Approaching thirty
I tell myself that it was destiny
That I had to learn
That I had to stumble on the way
And if everything stopped tomorrow
What would remain
If not hundreds of I love you
But my life on a thread
And my life on a thread
And my life on a thread

The street child has grown up
But he keeps his old poems in his bag

The street child has grown up
But he keeps his old poems in his bag

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