BREAD...
The Prisoner in his jail.
Don't think to god.
Either to the sea.
Either to the freshness Of the Mountains.
The prisoner starving In his jail;
Think to Bread:
Bread it's his memory,
Bread it's his god.
So when you see bread.
Think to the prisoner in his jail,
Who don't have it.
Bread for everyone!
Bread for everyone!
Bread for everyone!
Bread for everyone!
Bread for everyone!
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