[Intro] [Verse] 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 [Verse 2] Trash them farms and rape them camps in search of fertile lands She knows how to build bomb shelters even swamps prime land Endrina sheds a tear guilty conscience in the air When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try   Endrina [Solo] [Coda] When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try When the winds of misfortune blow and now we try